Chapter Twelve

Michael POV

Layla tries to walk; she is a quick little thing. I snarl when she puts her sticky hands on my leg fuck me, where is that useless bitch,

“Nicole, get this fucking pup out from under my feet.”

Nicole runs down the stairs picking her up, holding Layla close to her body,

“I am sorry, Michael, I turned my back.”

“If you cant look after her, Nicole, get some help.”

She glares at me before turning and walking away. I still have not decided what I will do with Nicole. Since Layla was born, she has developed a backbone. I smile, raising my eyebrows, she could always have an accident as my father did, but then I would have to replace her to keep my pack happy.

“Alpha, you are needed at the border” Grayson's mind links me.

“What the fuck for Grayson?”

“It's important, Michael; the fewer people involved, the better.”

“Fuck me. Cant, you handle it”

“No, there is a baby and envelope here, and the wolf delivering them won't hand it to anyone except you.”

I intend to tell the