Lucious
I blink and the boy blinks too. I openly stare at him while he does the same. I didn’t know babysitting a kid would be this awkward. I know Lysander did this on purpose.
This boy is the splitting image of Benson. Oh how I f*****g hate that man.
My wolf agrees too.
He is scum, worse than the dirt under my shoe.
And yet he has the best kid in the world.
“Uncle Lucious,” Joey finally speaks.
“Hmmm,” I blink and he blinks.
Is he mimicking me?
“Will I start calling you my dad one day?” he asks, blinking this time.
Why does he have to sit with me in my study? He doesn’t want to be anywhere else but here reading his superhero comics, which I find to be ridiculous, because who needs superheroes when you have two fathers who are both powerful wolves of alpha blood?
Clearly this
