Chapter 65

‘Father’. If he didn’t care for theatrics, he’d be gritting his teeth. No way was he giving into Rourke Abel forcing things out of him he didn’t want to speak about.

His father was making his way down the hill. His age tenuously weathered the large build. Few years ago, maybe when Noah and Mikhail were twenty, that force would’ve made them shrink. Despite his rebellion, Noah never got over how easily his father had dismissed him from his life. He knew pack first policy, had it ingrained in him. But his father always cared, just not enough.

So this prosaic personality now looking at them with squinted eyes and slightly aged bloating near his face, didn’t make him break out in a sweat or make a typical reactionary out of him.

Both Mihail and Riyas are out of there, traitors that they are. He knows they dont fear him. But they respect his privacy.

“I heard you are wheedling Desmond.” Rourke Abel says in the way of greeting. His big lips and blunt nose, courtesy of aging, have left nothi