“Alpha Vasey speaking,” I answered the phone blandly.
“Alpha Kyle, it’s Alpha Jackson here. I have my beta coming. I was hoping you could politely extend an invitation to him. He just wishes to see his daughter.”
Alpha Jackson's rough timber voice sounded calm, bored almost. So we were right. He didn’t know about Declan yet.
“Ah, alpha Jackson I was expecting your call.” I play it casual.
“So Beta Mitchell has found you already, I see. I hope there has been no problem.” I can hear some light tapping in the background, most likely the strumming of a keyboard.
“There is a problem, actually.” I clenched my fist. It was better than letting out all the rage I had in the first few seconds.
“And what might that be.” His voice is closer, and the strumming stops. I must have been on spe
