“Allison Cohen?”
Alec chuckled awkwardly and seemed to stare at a spot over his father’s head, which happened to be a stunning painting of an abstract art. He crossed his arms over his chest, digging his nails in his biceps, dreading what they are about to say.
The Alpha slightly panicked when he felt a ball forming in his throat, but it thankfully didn’t progress any further as he convinced himself that Silas might not even know her, and he’s simply assuming the worst of it.
“Adam Cohen’s daughter?” His father wondered out loud, his voice echoing and almost making the Luna beside him shift in her seat. “You have been working with a hunter all this time?”
His mother opened her mouth but closed it as if trying to come up with the right words. Alec had an inkling idea of what’s about t
