Cyra
I shouldn’t be surprised that my father still thinks he’s won. How did I not see his arrogance? I guess I needed to see what a real father, a real man, a real Alpha looked like in order to see the difference. If all you’ve ever known is your father, Christer, and Stellan, you don’t realize that not all Alphas are created equally. But now I see my father clearly, and he does not measure up. Not even close.
I watch my uncle taunt my father. I’m not surprised. After everything I heard, Uncle Ramin has a lot of reasons to hate my father.
Today, unlike in Stellan’s trial, Raptor and his two squad members have a tight handle on my father.
“You will settle down now or I will cuff you,” Raptor snarls. I can see the lingering bruise on his face from where Stellan broke his jaw two days ago
