Alexandra’s POV-
Nicholas turned the car to the right, and rolled his window down, as the car came to a stop in front of a huge iron security gate. He pulled his wallet out of his pocket, and pulled a card from it. I shot him a puzzled look. He chuckled, leaning out of the car, and swiping the card across a security pad that was window height to the car. There was a beep, and then the gate began to open.
“I had to have security on the beach house. Electronics were the best option. I have a housekeeper that comes in once a week to clean the place, and a gardener that comes in a few times a week to keep the gardens together,” he explained, as he drove the car through the gates.
“Are they both pack members,” I asked.
“They are indeed, so they stick to the instructions I give them, but
