CHAPTER 63: WHERE ARE YOU COMING FROM?
DONOVAN'S POV:
I was feeling very happy for the first time in days as I walked up the path to the pack house. My heart was thumping, half from the adrenaline of sneaking out and half from the way she’d looked at me in the dark. I was still feeling the ghost of Amanda’s mouth as she sucked tentatively on my d**k.
But the second I stepped into the light of the front porch, all that warmth vanished.
My father was there, pacing back and forth like a caged beast. The second he spotted me, he stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes boring into mine.
"Where are you coming from?" he barked.
I felt my jaw tighten. I wasn't in the mood for a lecture. "Dad, when did you start asking questions like that?"
"Since you started behaving like an i*
