Myla squared her shoulders, standing firm. “If you trust me, then you should know I would never bring someone unworthy here.” Her voice was steady, Alpha-like. “And we have things to discuss. In your office.”
Rowan’s expression darkened, but he gave a single nod. “Good. That’s exactly what I was hoping for.”
The space was small but well-kept—nothing like Grant’s, which screamed self-importance. Alpha Rowan sat across from us, eyes sharp, waiting.
He opened his mouth to speak, but Myla cut him off.
“Dad, I know why I left,” she said firmly. “You wanted me to take on the responsibilities of an Alpha. You wanted me to pick my mate.” She met his gaze. “And I wasn’t ready. But now I am.”
Rowan’s expression shifted. He leaned forward slightly, intrigued. “Go on.”
“I’m ready to be Alpha,” s
