Adopted

Blythe POV

My father gaped at Alpha Varkas as if he had asked an immoral question. “What do you mean?” he said, glancing at me nervously. “Blythe is my daughter!”

Alpha Varkas leaned back in his chair, crossing one leg over the other, resting it on his knee. He cocked his head as a smirk came on his lips. “So tell me, are you a werewolf?”

Father seemed to lose his shit, but he clenched his teeth a