The Breaking Point of Mate: Giving Up on My Alpha
Before I spoke, judging by Skye's expression, she had probably forgotten I was a UCLA graduate.
Besides, almost everyone who returned today, apart from current students and faculty, was an invited honorary alumnus. Someone without much fame, like me, must have looked like a gatecrasher.
Skye spoke with the typical arrogance of the Atkinson family. "Austin wants your cooking. I'll have someone drop him off at your and Archer's place tomorrow."
Austin was Skye's son. He was a year older than Trista and had inherited his mate's rebellious nature.
I knew Skye and her mate's scents had repelled each other for years.