Mikey Barone Novels & Stories

“I know you can handle yourself, but let me be your Dad.” I marched to Jessica’s house, where I pounded on the door. The second it opened, I strode straight in uninvited. “Is your mate here?” I asked the woman who had opened the door. She said nothing. I turned around and glared. “Answer me.” She nodded, “Yes, Alpha.” “Call him.” “Bruno,” she said, her voice shaky. “The Alpha wants to see you.” A few seconds later, a man came into the hallway. Bruno Michaels. He worked at the base, loading and unloading trucks and moving supplies around. I’d never really known him, but he was roughly my age and I remember him from school.