Summer POV

“As long as your Dad agrees with Marcella there’s nothing I can do,” Ezra said.

“But you’re the Alpha!” Estelle cried.

“And he’s a grown-ass man.” Ezra was right.

Dad didn’t look sick anymore. He looked as commanding and present as ever but I knew deep down that it wasn’t my Dad who kicked me out of his house.

“Forget it, Estelle, we’ll discuss this in the morning,” I said.

She folded her arms and glanced at the house. “Sounds like you’re giving ...