I was pulling on my school blazer when I heard heavy footsteps approaching my bedroom door. The familiar sound of my father's expensive Italian shoes on the marble hallway made me tense up immediately. Even without my enhanced hearing, I would have recognized the authoritative gait of the Blackwood Pack's Alpha.
Here we go again.
"Gabriel," Dad's voice came through the door, followed by a gentle knock. "Can I come in?"
"It's your house," I replied curtly, not bothering to look up from buttoning my shirt. And your territory, I added silently.
The door opened and Dad stepped inside, looking uncomfortable in a way I'd rarely seen before. He was dressed for work in one of his perfectly tailored suits, but something about his posture seemed... apologetic? Strange for an Alpha who commanded
