Chapter 11

Chapter 11

Drake POV

Elias dropped me off at the border, I didn t want to leave. I wanted to remain with my mates, help her settle in but I had no other choice other than to go confront my father. He was in the middle of a meeting when I walked in with his Beta, both of them standing around his oval desk looking at some maps. My brothers lounging on the couch looking incredibly bored which I understood my father tended to drone on and on over the little things. Walking in, my youngest brother Chase looks up, a smile slipping onto his face at seeing me before moving over on the two-seater he was sitting on.

"What are they talking about?" I ask, sitting down.

"You would know if you were here" My father spits at me, I fight the urge to growl at him, knowing it's pointless to argue back with him. Last time I tried he had three pack warriors force me out the packhouse and to the cells. They hated it, they didn t understand why I put up with his shit.