I was taking a rest in my room when a servant came into the room to tell me about how my father wanted to see me.
“Alpha wants to see you in his study.”
He never called me unless he had something he wanted to say. I was the one who always went to look for him first. It was always something that made me feel like I was being dragged somewhere I didn’t want to go. I wonder what he was planning now that he called to see me again.
I walked through the long hallway, my hands shoved into my pockets, my mind still boiling from everything that had happened. I hated how Paxton always managed to get under my skin, and the fact that he had been avoiding giving me clear answers only made things worse.
When I reached the door to his study, I stood there for a moment. I kept trying to calculate wh
