Marked by the Alpha
His lips parted as he prepared to say something else, but then the sound of a low groan coming through the open doors of the minivan stopped him cold, and as one we all turned to Xavier, who winced as he came awake before sitting up and blinking blearily at all of us.
“Dad?” he muttered, blinking, and I watched a wide range of emotions flitter across Michael’s features as he soaked in the sight of his son.
With shaky movements, Xavier got out of the bus unaided, walking straight to his father, and the sight of this must’ve set loose something in Michael, because the other man broke into a half jog until the distance between them was nonexistent.
Then he pulled his son into a hug that seemed