We break the threshold of the pack house and are greeted by omegas who take our bags to our assigned rooms and then by the alpha of the pack.
“Alpha Will, welcome to Blue Moon Pack. This is my son, Max, and I am Alpha Gunner,” a tall man with graying hair and bright green eyes says. His southern accent is thick, but his voice is smooth and clear. His son, a spitting image of him, is just about a foot shorter than he is at around five feet eight inches tall.
I walk over and shake each of their hands politely but firmly in turn. “Hello, Alpha Gunner, Max. Thank you for inviting my men and me to your pack. Where is your daughter and mate?”
“I apologize for any inconveniences. My daughters and my beta’s daughter wanted to have one last week together before her party. I know Max wanted to be
