Alpha Theo
He’s by my side in a few more strides, sticking his hand out to shake my dad’s.
“Theo,” Dad greets, shaking his hand. “Nice to see you.”
“Likewise, sir,” Theo says respectfully. He slides an arm around my waist, tucking me into his side.
Dad looks from Theo to me, narrowing his eyes suspiciously. “Is there something I’m missing here?”
I giggle, nodding my head. “Theo’s my mate.” No point in beating around the bush.
Dad’s jaw practically hits the floor- he looks like he could be knocked over with a feather. Mom appears in the doorway behind him, eyes wide as she peeks around his large form.