Madison
"Have you spoken to his grandfather at all?" I snuggle back against the cushions of the armchair in my dad's office.
My dad sits across from me with a glass of scotch in his hand. He sighs heavily and pinches the bridge of his nose. "Not exactly. I made a call to the pack and spoke to an Omega."
"What did the Omega say?"
"That the Alpha and Beta were busy and go call back another day."
I raise my eyebrows and shake my head. "Did you call again?"
"Yup. Same thing. I even think it's the same Omega that answers."
I sigh and roll my eyes. "This is pointless. Dad, Wyatt is a good guy."
"I'd say you're biased since he's your mate. He's a good pup. I won't argue with you about that."
"So, tell him that he can be the next Alpha. Don't make Jocelyn jump through hoops to prove that
