Thirty One: Ingrid’s Father.

Alpha Lance’s POV.

Ever since Inez left this pack, I can’t say I have been myself. Not to talk of Ingrid always acting like a bitch in heat.

I mean the full is not even around the corner, yet she doesn’t miss an opportunity to get laid. And to be honest, I am getting tired of sleeping with only one person.

All would have been better if Inez was around, she would have the person to share a bed with me next. She is my mate, she is obligated to share a bed with me, no matter what she feels around me. “Alpha Lance.” A familiar voice called out, jerking me out of my reveries.

I turned, falling a confused Beta Henry standing by the door side. “Yes.” I answer, urging him to come inside.

“I have been here, calling out your name but it seems like you were stuck in thoughts.” He pointed out.

I have nothing to say to him because he was right. I was so deep in thought, thinking of how to probably get Inez back to the pack. I shook my head dismissively, turning on my heels. “Did you come to make