Chapter Forty-Five: Good Boy

“I feel like I ask you this each time I lay my eyes on you, but have you lost your mind?”

Marko’s voice booms at the entrance as soon as I arrive.

I am certain he would not have yelled if I had walked in with his father, but the old Lycan went to city hall on account of my request.

“Is that how you welcome one from a long trip?”

I ask as I try my best to hide the anger clawing at me, it will do us both no good if we charge at each other this publicly.

“We have to attend a press conference in your name tomorrow, again, Alba. Again, I must compensate for your carelessness.”

He growls the latter portion of his statement as he nears me.

His hands reach for my shoulder, but he balls them into fists before he touches me, aware that it would lead to more, more he could no longer afford.

After a moment of visible hesitation, he clears his throat and waits for my response.

“Then, I will see you tomorrow, right?”

I ask, and his confused frown meets my gaze.

It is not the response he e