Alpha Dominic’s POV
I kicked open the door of the jeep, the sound echoing through the crunchy night air as I stepped out, carrying my nephew in my arms. The beautiful moonlight illuminated the packhouse courtyard, making it as bright as day.
A small frown touched my face, the weight of what had just happened pressing down on me. As I moved toward the main door, my newly appointed beta, Marcus, came running toward me, his walk clumsy with haste. “Hey, slow down, Marcus; you are not a child,” I snapped, the annoyance simmering beneath my words.
He stopped abruptly in front of me, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. “Alpha Dominic, m-my name is not Marcus, it’s Max. I can’t believe you still haven’t memorized my name yet. I am a little hurt.”
I brushed off the slip of t
