Side Story 9

Aira He went home, and I was excited—so excited that I prepared several different dishes. I couldn’t help it; I was really happy. Who wouldn’t be, when the person you love loves you right back? When my father got home he kept watching me with a smile, amused by how I was behaving. “Did something good happen?” he asked. I shook my head quickly, and he laughed. “Seriously, Aira, you’ve really come a long way,” he said as he sat down to eat. “Tell me, won’t you go to the pack square tomorrow? The unmated will be there. You’re not getting any younger.” He was genuinely concerned, and his words made my guilt twist inside me. Keeping the truth that Owen was my mate from him was already eating at me, so I just nodded. “Okay, Father. I’ll go to the pack square tomorrow.” He smiled, and I smiled too, even though it made me feel worse. The next day came, and as he wished, I went to the pack square so he wouldn’t worry. Then my phone rang. Owen. I smiled instantly—he hadn