“Dad,”
I expected him to hug me… I think. I know I was about to hug him because, despite how we are, the sight of him warms my heart and the need to embrace him overwhelms me. My father has always been a coddler but I am horribly surprised to see the nastiest scowl on his face and it’s directed at me.
He’s mad.
He’s mad that I didn’t call him.
I’m sure of it.
How many calls have I ignored? Twenty? This year?
Why did he even come? I certainly wasn’t expecting him at all. I thought we were going to ignore each other until I went back to Russia or something.
I guess that’s not the case.
My father is the Beta of the Alpha of all Alphas. Caine. He’s a famous general, commanding an army of warriors since he was in his early twenties. With fair colored hair and eyes that were the farthes
