"Danielle," my dad calls. "Come downstairs please. I need to talk to you."
Wondering what he wants, I make my way downstairs and into the living room.
“Dad, if this is about your sandwich, you shouldn’t have left it out for me to ea-”
My words get stuck in my throat as I look at the expression on his face. I stop in my tracks, studying him, “What did I do?”
“We need to talk,” My father gestures towards the couch across from him.
“About?” I sit down slowly, wondering why he has such a pinched look on his face.
"I received a message for Robert today.”
There is this blankness in his tone as if he’s not altogether here.
“The Alpha?” I mutter. “What does he want with me?”
My father is silent for a moment and then, "He’s chosen a mate for you.”
My eyes widen, “But I just turned eighte
