Chapter 18. Goosebumps
He turned quickly and there stood his father, Mr. Martin, silently watching him from behind.
"Dad! It’s you... You almost startled me," James said, exhaling with relief. Mr. Martin raised an eyebrow as he walked over and took a seat beside him.
"Startled? How can the next Alpha of our great pack be startled by my innocent presence? James, you really need to start living up to the expectations that come with your role."
James scoffed lightly, shaking his head.
"I won’t be defined by anyone’s expectations. I have my own plans, and when the time is right, I’ll make the pack understand them."
His tone was firm, with a tinge of defiance. Mr. Martin sighed, frustration already creeping into his voice.
"That’s always been my problem with you—everything has to be your way, in your own time. But what if your way isn’t good enough for the pack? The pack comes first, James. Always."
James went quiet, clearly trying to avoid conflict. He wasn’t in the mood to argue today. Their relationship had always been complicated, filled with tension and frequent disagreements. He knew exactly how this conversation would end if it escalated.
Then came the unexpected.
"Have you found a Luna for yourself already?" Mr. Martin asked bluntly, his eyes fixed on James.
The question hit James like a slap. He looked genuinely caught off guard and uncomfortable. It was the last conversation he wanted to have, but he couldn’t ignore his father either.