Alpha Roan.
I am not letting that slide. On my soul, I am not letting this stand. The very idea of her going on a date with that nobody, John, is an insult I will not tolerate. I’m barely three steps from the front door when it swings open but by a stoic-faced butler.
And there she is Meluna’s mother.
The ever-graceful Mrs. Williams.
Last time I saw this woman, she was on her knees, crying her lungs out for her daughter. Now she’s standing tall, dressed like she just stepped out of one of those upper-circle luncheons. Her hair is perfect, pearls, perfume expensive enough to choke the air.
Somehow, she looks even more beautiful, and I hate that I notice.
“Alpha, can I help you?”
She doesn’t want me here. The feeling is entirely mutual. If Meluna wasn’t carrying my heir, I wouldn’t
