Tyrese
“Tyrese,” a firm hand shook my shoulder and I jumped up from my seat. I looked around me realizing I was still on the plane and must have fallen asleep. I looked up to see our pilot Joseph looking down at me, having flown with him many times on our jet he knew me well. “We’re here,” he said, stepping back from me as I stood from my seat.
I grabbed my backpack off the overhead shelf and sighed. Most people would be happy to be home from a business trip, but they didn’t have my father waiting at home for them. I was coming back from a week long business trip to a pack in Kansas and although the pack had totally driven me crazy while I was there, they were nothing compared to my dad. Plus, my new found alpha status had put a huge target on my back for she-wolves who were hoping I wo
