I nodded my head in agreement, before hearing Tristan sarcastically reply,
“I know dad, but where do I start? Oh, by the way, Freya, your dreams are real and there was a dirty fucking vampire in your house!”
Tristan Cole
I entered the office and slumped down onto the couch, while my father was sitting at his desk.
“Hey, dad,” I greeted the Alpha.
“Hi son, are you okay?” He asked while looking up from his paperwork.
“Na, not really. I'm finding it hard to cope with everything at the moment,” I spoke honestly.
“I know son, I saw what you did to your car just now. You know you're paying for them repairs, right?” He questioned but his voice sounded light and not stern.
I chuckled in response and replied,
“Yeah, I know dad.”
He stood up from his desk and strolled over to me, and took a seat next to me on the couch.