*Blake´s POV
The drive to my pack was awful. I am currently sitting in my office, regretting every decision I have ever made. I shouldn’t have been born in the first place. I arranged for Emily to have a personal omega that could help her set in while I think what I should do.
Well, the answer is obvious, I can’t back out at this point. I have to keep going. After a few minutes of me dissociating, someone knocks on my door.
“Yes, come in,” I say, truly expecting Emily or my Beta or Gamma. Anyone but my parents. I guess I am the Moon Goodes’s less favorite at this moment.
“Son, good to see that you’re back,” my dad says while walking into the office with my mom holding his hand. Do I want to face this right now? Not, absolutely not. Do I have to? I think yes.
“Mom, dad. Good to see you
