“I don’t need your support boy, I can walk.” My father grumbled as August helped him walking inside the home. He looked extremely pale and sick but didn’t budge a little, even when he couldn’t walk without the support.

“Arnold.” My mother scolded him as he tried his best to push August away from him. I chuckled lowly and my mother narrowed her eyes at me.

August eyes danced with humour as well, I know he missed his scolding more than his grumpy face. His eyes meet mine and they twinkled more.

“Dad, show some respect to the alpha.” He said in fake seriousness and almost laughed on the word...