55

Adam

Admitting to my pack that not only had my father messed up but so had I was one of the worst things I think I ever had to do. They, of course, forgave me. I was their alpha, and even though I had made a mistake, I was owning up to it. Teresa wasn’t so forgiving after finding out I had found my mate and hadn’t instantly rejected her. I was married to her, for goddess sake. She moved out of our room and back into the house her parents had outside of the pack house. But she was at my office door by the end of the first month. I had let her in even though I knew what she was there for. We had split up so many times before getting married it was like a part of our routine. We would fight, and she would sulk for a day or week, then come back, giving me puppy dog eyes. Ian had just filled me in on the movement of some rogues that seemed to be congregating close by. None of them bothered with the pack or even attempted to cross the borders. So, we were simply keeping an eye on them. Ther