*Angelo*
As he looked at the caller ID he cursed. Ophelia had gently asked him if he wanted to answer it.
"I have to. Its my father..."
Angelo reluctantly stepped away from her and Apollo whimpered in his mind as he wanted more contact with their mate.
He pushes the answer button and harshly placed the phone near his ear and barked. "Alpha. What can I do for you?" On the other end his father scoffed. "What, there's no love for your father? Fine. Your mother wants to see you, so your to come over for dinner tonight."
Angelo cursed again. "Fine. Is that all?" His father went quiet before he dismissed him. "No, we will see you at dinner." He hung up. Angelo sighed as he looked at Ophelia then an idea popped into his head. "Do you have any plans tonight?" Ophelia hopped from one foot
