Piper

“Bitchtine, I like that. What’s going on with her now?” I ask, looking at Henry.

He takes my hand and pulls me back over to the couch, sitting beside me this time. Alpha Quirin scoops Kennedy into his arms and sits, putting her in his lap. Kennedy’s easy response makes me think this is a common occurrence with these two.

“She’s refusing to come to the pack to do the paternity test,” Henry says.

“When were you going to tell me that?” I ask.

“I had planned to tell you ...