Chapter 82

Bronx’s POV

1 Year Later

“Bronx Mason speaking.” I don’t recognize the phone number, but these days, I get so many fucking calls from private or restricted numbers that I have to answer everything.

Carly tries to catch most of the calls, but I think she’s off today. She didn’t bring my coffee for me, so she must be off. I look at the clock. It’s seven in the morning. I think she doesn’t get to work until eight a.m. Maybe I could convince her to change her hours if I give her a raise? I’ll ask Ashley if I’m allowed to do that.

“Alpha Bronx, hello. It’s Randall Smith. I hope this is a good time.” His voice still grates my ears after all these years.

“Elder Randall.” I roll my eye and lean back in my chair. “To what do I owe the displeasure of this call?”

“I want to make amends with Lenora, Bronx. I was hoping you could facilitate that.” He whines. “It aches my heart every day that the Blood River pack still considers me a traitor.”

“Are you sure you aren’t just having a fucking heart a