Aria's POV
Alpha Rowland’s barrage of questions made me bristle. Right, of course. Rich wolves, they think nannies sprout from trees.
I pressed my lips together before my wolf snapped at him.
“I can’t afford a nanny.”
This was an upscale neighborhood. No wonder these two smelled like old money.
“And her dad…We’re… almost divorced,” I said casually.
The second the words left my mouth, Alpha Rowland lunged forward, unable to contain himself.
“When?”
I froze.
What is wrong with him?! Why does he care so much? Why does he look relieved? Excited? Seriously?
“I’m not talking about my past,” I muttered. “It’s none of your business.”
He didn’t push further. But the glint in his eyes said enough.
He looked like he would dig and find out.
Let him try, my wolf snorted.
“Ma-ma…” came a t
