Chapitre 15: Chapter 15

I fixated on that because it was easier to deal with than feelings I didn’t know what to do with. I couldn’t believe he had a job. Like an actual job, by the sounds of it. My father didn’t make his money at anything traditional; he lived off the generosity of the clan. And since the clan would do anything to appease their alpha, my father lived very well indeed. Logically, I knew my father wasn’t the best example of what an alpha should be, but I still couldn’t wrap my head around it.

“Trey works?” The incredulity in my tone was apparent. I didn’t even feel bad about it.

Duncan looked up from plating breakfast, his brow crinkled. “Of course, he does. He owns two restaurants. One here on pack lands, and another in Mariot. He has reliable staff he trusts to run things on the day to day, but there are things only he can resolve.”

“That makes sense,” I said for lack of anything better to say.