Hope
“I’m not a nurse,” I snap.
Papa just chuckles. “You’re his guide. His liaison. It’s not permanent, sweetheart.”
“I don’t want to be near him. I’ve already taken him around the pack and now I'm going to bring him to Emma's for his first session. He's not a pup, he's a grown male. An Alpha. I'm sure he can make his way.”
Papa’s smile dims as he studies me. “It’s not about what you want, Hope. It’s about what the pack needs. Be polite. Be hospitable plus I have a feeling the Alpha is keen on you.”
“Papa!” I say, outraged.
“I'm just putting it out there. Being nice wouldn't hurt for pack relations regardless.”
I grit my teeth and walk out before I say something I’ll regret.
Internally my stomach plummets. Papa knows something or at the very least he suspects it.
He can sense our
