The Alpha King's Daughter
He looked like a man who had much to little sleep.
“Pompous, big headed, arrogant, ignorant excuse for a Lycan.” Dad muttered quietly, taking a deep drink of the amber colored liquid.
I couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped my lips, which quickly turned to full blown laughter. Dad was usually the one able to keep his emotions under lock and key. Mom was always the exuberant one, wearing her heart and emotion’s on her sleeve.
“I see you and Bryton Duboi are great friends.” I teased, sitting down in one of the leather chairs.