Rules.
Sophia.
“I see what you’re saying. Go meet the alpha,” she whispers. Her disappointment is evident. “I’ll save the food for you.”
Everyone can tell she’s disappointed.
“Do you have to leave us, Father?” I ask. “Do you really need to turn your back on your meal just to attend to the alpha?”
Aside from my mother’s unwillingness, I have a terrible feeling about this.
He sighs. “You don’t understand how this stuff works, Sophia. It’s my duty. I have to protect our pack, and the Alpha needs me now for an emergency meeting. I’m sorry, Bella. I will make it up to you. I have to go now.”
“Don’t be late,” my mother utters as she packs his food.
Father turns and leaves. We all know that my mother despises cooking and her mate refuses to eat. But it isn’t his fault. It is that stupid A
