Christiaan stepped out of the house to see his parents standing in front of their car with their entire security detail.
“I hope we will take my car.” He jangled his keys.
“Nope, we are taking ours.” His dad opened the door to their SUV and his mom got in. Why?!
“I hate your cars!” His shoulders slumped when the guard took his bag. “I hate being the Alpha’s son.” Christiaan sighed, sliding into the back seat next to his mom.
“Hey!” Meg frowned.
“Sorry, mom, I hate being the Alpha and Luna’s son.” He shrugged.
“Still, not funny.” She punched his shoulder. “You aren’t just anyone. You have to remember that.”
“Mooom, I’m a Lycan. I can take care of myself. Stop fussing.” Christiaan frowned the same way he did when he was younger. Anthony laughed, watching his wife wipe imaginary lint
