Howard.
The morning sun cast a warm glow across my private basketball court as I dribbled the ball, the rhythmic thumping echoing in the stillness. Just as I was about to make my shot, Alex appeared out of nowhere, his dark hair ruffled by the breeze, an irritating grin on his face.
"Hey, man, are you always out here in the morning. You should be in bed with Nora, cuddling right now,” he exclaimed, disrupting my focus.
I sighed inwardly, not wanting to hear another word about her. Nora had become a constant topic of discussion since we got married and she moved here. As much as I wanted to shut him out, basketball was an unbreakable routine, and he knew how to use it to his advantage.
"Tomorrow you will be called the Alpha of Direwood pack, you will no longer be the son of the Alpha,"
