NARRATIVE POVThe room fell silent at her words. Miles growled a warning, only to earn one back from his father. Constance was out of line, but Franklin would always protect his mate, right or wrong. He would address her behaviour in a private conversation later.“Perhaps. You would like that, wouldn’t you? It would be simple, but small minds often fail to see the larger picture. So, I don’t hold your opinion against you.” Tia stated, her voice cold and calculated, her eyes unreadable.Tia turned to Alpha Tyson. “To address your inquiry, it hadn’t been easy. I fell asleep outside the pack house that night.”“How convenient,” Constance muttered softly with an arched brow.“Mother, please.” This time, it was her son, Tyson, who spoke.“Indeed, convenient. It is incredibly convenient to be awoken to the pain of your family and pack being ripped away, and you discover you are completely alone. Thank you for your kind observation.” Tia smiled. “As for my story, once I woke up, it took me so
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