Chapter 15: Kettlebell
Sterling
“You lied to me,” I said bluntly.
I was sitting across from Frankie in his living room. The old werewolf was lounging quite comfortably on his couch while Raphael and I perched stiffly on two armchairs. Frankie’s other son, Anthony, stood dutifully behind his father.
“How so?” Asked Frankie, raising his brows.
I showed him the wilted blossom.
“You told me there were no girls in your home when you gave me this flower,” I said, getting straight to the point. “That was a lie.”
“What is the meaning of all of this, Alpha?” Demanded Anthony.
“Anthony, please,” chastised Frankie softly.
“Who was the girl here that night?” I asked.
Sariah
I was awoken by a loud clanging sound.
“Rise and shine, Princess!” Said a grating nasal voice.
I looked up to see St
