“Mind your language, Slade.” My father cautioned him. “I’m your father and you will do as I say.”
“Do as you say? Ha! Ha!” Slade retorted. “It’s been six years since our mother died…”
“The clan requests a new Luna. It has been happening for a long time.” He began. “Until I met my fated mate. Her name is Ashley. She has an 11 year old daughter. Almost 12. Her name is Braila Wolfhart. I’m adopting her as my daughter. And her mother will be my wife.” He made a point. “No, two cents about it.”
Wow! A daughter?
“This is insane. She’s a single mother?” Slade frowned. “Let me guess, she’s an Omega, right?”
“Slade,” Grayson called out.
“Shut up, Grayson.” Slade snapped at him and stood up from his chair. “You couldn’t even choose a responsible one. It has to be a second cabbage.”
“Don’t you
