11. Man of faith

HOLDEN’S POINT OF VIEW

Nick and Father are waiting for me in his beautifully decorated office. The walls are covered by bookshelves made of blonde wood, and you can tell the books in there aren’t just for decoration. Father sits in his fancy velvet chair behind his behemoth of a desk, while Nick sits with his legs crossed in one of the smaller chairs across from the desk, his foot fidgeting with impatience.

“Alpha,” I greet as I enter the room, and both men look at me.

Nick’s eyes and sly smirk show amusement, while Father’s eyes show concern and rage. Well, I’m in for a shitshow.

“Explain,” Father says impassively.

“Which part?” I ask, trying to play dumb.

“Is Willow your mate?” Father sighs exasperatedly, running his fingers through his hair.

“Yes,” I reply, dryly.

“Oooooooooooh,” Nick chimes in. Father gives him a stern look.

“Did you mark her?” Father asks. He sounds exhausted.

“No,” I say, my voice a bit higher than usual.

“Did you do it?” Nick asks, wiggling