Aaron slowly sipped his coffee as he picked up his phone to speak with his daughter. It felt like ages since he last spoke to her. It felt like eternity since he last saw her.
He knew she was safe. If there was one thing he knew then it was the fact that Werewolves never hurt their mates, no matter who it turns out to be. They just cannot hurt their own mate. Neither could another werewolf hurt her. First, Alexia was their Alpha's Mate. They couldn't dare to touch their Alpha's Mate. Unless if they only wanted destruction or doom to befall them.
His beautiful wife walked out unto the terrace and came to sit directly opposite him. She had her brown hair tied up in a bun. She was dressed in a dark dress made out of silk. Alexia took a lot of her features while Alexia's bravery and strength had been inherited from Aaron.
