Chapter 82

Alpha Farrell’s Pov

I let out a low groan as I pulled out to the passage. No one seemed to be home as I walked up the stairs leading to the rooftop. I needed all the time I could get to myself.

“It looks like you’ve had so little time to think of your next line of action.”

I turned just in time to see some standing in the shed. It felt like my father talking as the cane in his hand smacked against the floor as he stepped into the dim light of dawn.

I looked down, ashamed to speak to the apparition of my father, who came out to give his fatherly advice. “The timing has nothing to do with this,” I said as I raised my head to look at him. But instead, I saw Aiden standing with a walking stick in his hand.

A sigh of relief escaped my lips, for a second there I thought it was a sort of trance and I was talking with my Dad's ghost.

“What would you have done if someone was to disgrace you in the manner you did Alpha Alfredo of Silverrose?" Aiden asked as he tapped his cane on the floor, but