NICO’S POV
When Alpha Andrea called me requesting my help with a private jet and a pilot to New York, I was more than happy to volunteer my services.
Yes, I was helping my Alpha, but other than that, my reasons were a little selfish.
I needed a break.
It had been more stressful than I liked to admit, managing the pack while Alpha had been away, especially when the attacks started.
As if that wasn’t enough, I had to schedule in almost weekly parent-teacher meetings because my last son, Diego, thought pranks like gluing all his teacher’s books to her desk, paint-bombing the library, and dyeing all the lab coats bright red were funny.
It took all of my influence and a s**t ton of money to keep the boy from being expelled.
So when the opportunity to take a break in Ameri
