~Meena~
I’m not at all surprised that Alpha Lansing would take that tone with me. He’s just that type of asshole; he always has been. I refrain from saying anymore, only because he’s in a position to hurt my pack severely. I won’t put them in danger just because of my ego. “I want you to meet my son, William.”
My eyes travel to the man standing near the car. He’s about 6 feet tall, a bit on the leaner side. It’s easy to see that he’s muscular, but he isn’t bulky. He has a shaved head and a piercing on his left eyebrow. He has dark brown eyes, a muscular face, and thin lips. He has on a shirt sleeve, a black button-up shirt, blue jeans, and black high-top Air Force 1s. Objectively, he’s attractive, but he isn’t my mate, so it’s a mute issue. He’s also the son of this asshat, Lansing, so
