Beatrice

“Benedict, where are you going?”

I do not like this situation where my son is getting closer to Sloane Hartwell. Last night, her scent was so strong it was like they had mated. If I didn’t know she was still under eighteen, I’d have checked him for a mate mark.

“Principal Rodgers asked Sloane and I to be there early tonight so we could prepare before everyone else arrives. I’m picking her up so we can go together.”

“You’re driving all the way to Alpha Roman’s ...