Chapter 62

• The sight of the beast made Father’s legs go weak. His knees gave in, landing on the floor. The head of Father ducked as his body trembled. “Greetings, Alpha. What do my household hold this visit?” I could sense how much Father tried not to break off his speech.
• “Long time, my good old friend,” the beast fixed his hands in his pockets as he stepped closer to Father. His moving feet stopped right in front. His height towered over Father. “You reek of alcohol.”
• “I just had a little with some friends,” the palms of Father brushed his thighs through his pants. Father cleaned an invisible sweat.