Tyrese
The 24 hours since Malia had left had been absolutely hell, with the exception of the text I received from her last night. After coming home from the airport my dad was already waiting with a lecture about postponing the alpha meeting without what he considered to be a valid reason. When I told him I had to take Malia to the airport because her grandmother is sick I was only met with more rage.
“You let her leave?” His voice boomed but for once in my life I didn’t cower in front of him. He wasn’t the alpha anymore, I was. He couldn’t tell me what to do, and deep down I knew that letting Malia go was the only option. “Son you are weak, I knew you didn’t have what it takes to be an alpha,” his words stung but I shook them off. He was wrong, I would prove him wrong. I spent the rest
