“Roman?” Wyatt questioned. “I’m sorry, I’ve never heard of you.”
Roman gave a soft chuckle as he nodded.
“I must admit, I am newly returned from having been out of the country for many years,” he said with a warm smile. “You don’t know me, but you know my father, in fact, he is why I am here today.”
“And who is your father?” Wyatt asked, crossing his arms over his chest.
Roman observed Wyatt’s reaction. He held the smile he wore, but in his mind, he felt irritated. This man clearly already felt the need to be guarded in his presence.
“My father is Alpha Tomas of Autumn,” Roman replied.
“Tomas doesn’t have a son,” Wyatt stated firmly, his posture becoming more defensive.
Roman chuckled.
“I assure you, he does,” Roman smiled. “Just not one he likes to talk about.”
Wyatt raised his brow but said nothing.
