Adrian's POV
I sat in my office, fingers drumming against the mahogany desk as I reviewed the quarterly reports from storm Pack's overseas branches.
On the leather sofa across from me sat a middle-aged man in a black suit. His my father.
Time had been kind to Marcus Storm. He looked mature, commanding, his presence filling the room with an authority that would have made lesser wolves submit immediately.
"So it's decided then?" His voice carried no warmth whatsoever.
He might as well have been speaking to a stranger rather than his own son.
Instead of answering him,I glanced down at my phone where Chloe had sent me a string of messages:
[Lina says: As long as Adrian loves me, I'm not afraid of anything!]
[Dad, your wife is crazy about you!]
[Dad, you better give
