55 - Insecurities - 2

Harkon, Kaelen’s dad, scooted closer to us, and I shut my eyes, breathing out of my nose.

Please don’t be a d.ick. Please don't be a d.ick.

“My grandson is the blessed wolf,” he said; it wasn’t quite a question. “Also, I have another grandson.” He frowned into his drink.

“Alpha Harkon,” I didn’t mean to use his title, but it was second nature. He was Alpha for the entirety of my time at this pack.