41-Wesley’s Life at Pack West

Wesley’s POV

“Come on, you don’t want to go back now?” Mark asks me as we stand in my dad’s office.

“I’m home, I thought Bazin had become home, but Marcella spent a lot time and effort into making Westmoreland a good place for me,” I tell everyone.

“Son, of course I think you should be here. You are the future Alpha, and you should be building relationships with your pack. Just not sexual ones,” Dad tells me.

“I’ll stick to humans,” I tell him. “I’m not Atlas, I have no plans to treat my pack as a harem.”

“It will save you from awkward lunches,” Ty jokes, bumping Mark’s shoulder with his tongue in his cheek.

“What are you going to tell Victor?” Mark asks.

“That I’m training to take over here and I don’t want to be under Marcella’s thumb all the time,” I sit in the chair closest to door.

“You make your sister cry and Snookums is going to kick your ass,” Mark shakes his head, talking to me.

“Snookums can try all day,” I mumble under my breath.

Victor hasn’t called me, gamed, or acknowle