One of Those Days

Havermouth, Five Years Before

Rhett knew that there was trouble the moment that he entered the kitchen. Phillip calmly ate his toast between sips of black coffee, his phone on the marble countertop, scrolling through emails, however Rhett’s mum caught his eye, her expression strained, and she gave a slight shake of her head. She was later leaving than her usual routine, which was warning in itself. She had stayed to mitigate Phillip’s anger.

“Rhett,” Phillip lifted his eyes from the phone, his expression cool and calm.

“I’m late,” Rhett said edging around the counter towards the door.

“Be late. I want to talk to you before I leave.”

“Phillip,” Lora murmured.

Phillip cast her an irritated look. “Go to work, Lora.” She swallowed, wavering between obeying her mate and alpha, and protecting her son from his anger. A muscle worked in the corner of Phillip’s jaw. “Go on.”

Lora cast Rhett a desperate look over her shoulder as she picked up her bag and went to the door. “Phillip,” she tried a