Alpha Anderson
It has been two days since my children returned from the Crimson Pack, and Abigail has remained in her room, overwhelmed with tears. It is heartbreaking for her to accept that the man she has cherished for so long is now mated to someone else.
I cannot fault her feelings; Drew is an exceptional young man—brave and strong. If I couldn't claim him as my son, perhaps it wouldn't be so bad if he were mated to Abigail, but fate had different intentions.
On another note, Arnold has been acting unusually. I can't help but wonder what trouble he might be brewing. If I had another son, he would undoubtedly take my place instead of Arnold. I genuinely do not understand what is troubling that boy.
I picked up my phone and called him. "Where are you? Don't you realize you have respo
