Isabella POV
I stood next to my father outside the packhouse at the top of the stairs by the front doors. My brother stood on the other side of my father. We were all facing the U-shaped driveway awaiting the arrival of Alpha Drake.
My father shot me a disapproving look but didn’t say anything. I instantly knew it was because of my choice of clothes. After the crazy morning events, I never bothered changing out of my training clothes. I was so lost in my thoughts that it was too late to change when my father mind-linked me that Alpha Drake was arriving.
So here I stood, wearing tight black spandex shorts and a hot pink sports bra that makes the girls pop. I understand my father's disapproval. It’s not really an appropriate outfit to be wearing while meeting another Alpha. Oh well, I tho
