Noah
My fathers’ eyes lifted to meet mine as I trudged into the dining room the next morning. The pack house was quiet. There wasn’t any sign of the failed welcome home party. Everything had been cleaned up. The whole place gleamed.
Rory, my mum lowered her eyes. Fixing them on the bowl in front of her.
“Nice to see you up and about son.” My father’s voice was neutral as I took my seat. Him above everyone else would know how much last night had cost me. Not only had the love of my life rejected me but he had been forced to use his power as my alpha on me. Something he had never done before
I had been made a fool off twice over, in the space of a few minutes.
I grunted in response. Had it been tempting to stay locked away in my room like a spoilt child? Yes. But doing that wouldn’t
