Aaron Black sat in the large black leather chair behind his dark wooden desk with his head being cradled between his hands. His son, Aiden, sat in the leather chair on the other side of the desk with a grim expression on his face.
Aaron was still fighting a migraine as he tried to soak in all that he had learned in the short amount of time he and his son had conversed.
“You couldn’t have chosen a simpler mate, could you?” he rubbed his hands across his face before sitting back and looking at the young man before him. Why did things have to be so complicated?
“It’s not like I had a choice, Dad,” Aiden replied, his back was stiff in that leather chair.
“And you are certain that Griffon saw Luna Jean?” His son’s mate just had to be the daughter of their leader; Aaron sighed.
“Yes,”
