MATTERS

Third person.

Kayla walked into the living room with a very cold demeanor. Presently, not a single person in the pack was on her good book…not her mates and most certainly, not her step father who would prefer that she died already.

“Breakfast time?” Kayla asked as she turned her eyes to the quad who were sitting around the table with their father.

The Alpha King had a strange look on his face. He looked greatly disturbed by whatever it was he had talked about with his sons.

Kayla cared less about this. As long as she was concerned, she was in charge and was going to act like it.