It seemed his parents fought over what name was fitting for the then heir of the Golden Crescent. Refusing to compromise, there was no other choice but to give the male both names.
Rudolph Florian.
That was the only logical explanation. If not, why?
I was aware that this useless analysis was my mind's way of avoiding the reality before me.
I was done listening to the voicemail but still held the phone to my ear, mirroring the older male while the door slid shut once again.
Senior Alpha Rudolph was Florian? My mate's father? That couldn’t be right. Had to be a coincidence. Anyone could bear that name.
I punched the button to open the door, and there he was. He must have felt my eyes earlier because he stood, staring directly at me, his face set like he was ready for a fight.
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