A heavy silence sat between us, as I allowed my gaze to linger upon Presley. She was staring ahead, looking out across the garden, while nursing her mug of coffee within her hands. The words from my father were echoing within my mind. He was doing what he did best. Trying to show he was boss. Control. Be the Alpha. All ways to gain a reaction from me. Admittedly, I may not have helped by pushing him…
‘You think?’ Blade questioned, a hint of disappointment within his tone. Even my wolf was pissed with me.
‘Don’t start.’ I snapped at him. ‘You know the things he said were unnecessary whether I had been a little arsey with him or not. Presley did not need to hear all of that.'
‘Not going to disagree. He is trying to remind you that he is the boss. That you don’t have the title just yet.
