"You have to tell your Dad." Doris grimaced as the two of us sat on my bed.

"I don't want to." I shook my head stubbornly, knowing what had to be done. "I'm about to tell the Alpha King a man he hates is coming to dinner tomorrow." I pursed my lips, "He's not going to be happy."

"And you're not just anybody. You're his daughter." Doris frowned, "Just be honest with him."

"You're right." I admitted reluctantly, "Let's do this."

'Dad?' I called out in the mind-link.

'Hey, Ethel.' Dad's response was instant. Judging from the sound of his voice, he was feeling much better.

'How're you feeling?' I...