Chapter 73. Sitting Pretty

Alpha Zayne Steele

Since my mom died, my dad moved out here to be alone. I was initially concerned about him, thinking he might try to kill himself, so I moved into the spare room.

He has been doing so much better now. Ever since I have moved into my own place instead of returning to the pack house.

“Son, I am out back.” I heard his voice. Man, was he getting old? Stepping onto the outback deck, I say, “Hey, old man, what you been up to?”

He was cutting wood for the fireplace. He looked at me with those wrinkled eyes and said, “what have you been up to? And what was all that commotion last night?”

Grabbing pants from a stack of clothing, I saw them tucked away below a chair in its usual spot.

He keeps it there in case he goes out for a run. I put it on and said, “That is precisely why I am here, dad. I need some advice.”

He was getting older, but he still had his built form. My father was a handsome and tall man.

Mid swing (axe