Chapter 47 The Perfect Mask

• Just as Bryan had anticipated, the moment Irene finished soothing her granddaughter, she turned her maternal authority on her son like a loaded weapon.
• "As Alpha of the Shadow Pack and head of Lockwood Group, I understand you have responsibilities. But being busy is no excuse for neglecting your daughter." Irene's tone was sharp, clipped—the cadence of a woman accustomed to commanding rooms. "If you had completed your mating ceremony by now, there would be another person in that house to care for her. Perhaps then she wouldn't feel so alone that she resorts to running away every five minutes!"
• Bryan's jaw tightened. "I'll make time on weekends moving forward. I'll stay home with her. Today was unavoidable—there was a crisis at the company that required my direct attention."