Royal Alpha POV
“Good morning, Alpha,” my Beta, Garrett, said as he walked into my home office.
It was a weekend, so I had summoned him to meet me there rather than my office at the pack headquarters building.
“Good morning, Garrett,” I said. “Have you seen this?”
I handed him the weekend edition of The Star. The reporter that ambushed my daughter for an interview had written an article about the events that happened here.
My embarrassment over nearly going into a frenzy in front of people - in front of the media, no less! - was warring with pride over how Claire had handled the situation.
She was becoming, in a very short time, quite an expert at speaking with the press. She handled their constant questions and nosiness with a grace and calmness that reminded me exactly of her mot
