Dear Omega,
We are back to the packhouse. You seemed a little scared when you walked inside and almost jumped in fear when my mom suddenly welcomed you in a tight embraced. But as she cried, feeling sorry for what had happened to you, your body started to relax.
My Dad shot me a deadly glares and I just scratched my neck and whistled.
Geez.
What a creepy old wolf he is and I can't blame him cause I've been a f*****g douchebag, I admit it wholeheartedly but it's not too late right?
Not to late to make it up to you?
The future Alpha
