65-Wesley’s Sister

Bridget’s POV

“Baby, she is okay. You talked to her, please sit down,” I beg Wesley as he paces the plane.

“I have too much energy, I can’t settle down. I won’t be able to until I see her,” Wesley has been rambling.

“He won’t stop, he has some sick bond with his sister. You would think they were twins or something,” Martin rolls his eyes. “You are an Alpha, now time to cut the cord to your sister.”

“If you had been a better father, I wouldn’t have relied on Marcella so much,” Wesley blurts out.

Martin stands in front of him. “I was a damn good father.”

“To Marcella,” Wesley interrupts him. “You trained her, you coached her, you protected her. Me, Marcella did all those things for me. Spencer is lucky he has her. I only hope I’m half the father Marcella was.”

Martin goes to throw a swing, I scream, but Wesley catches his hand in the air.

“I can break this one too,” Wesley snarls at Martin, pushing him back.

“Wesley, apologize to your father,” Jennifer deadpans, looking at her phone.

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