#Chapter 133 Let's Go

Logan The smell of cigars is prominent in my nostrils, the same smoky feeling trickling down my esophagus before it settles into my lungs before I exhale the plumes of smoke. I am surrounded by men, mainly my father and man he invited that we will be able to help me on my campaign trail. The cigar feels light in my hand, despite it being one of the thicker ones in the bunch. The sounds of the men’s laughter and the tingling feeling I feel in the tips of my fingers, puts a smile on my face. Although I know that this is just another way for my father and I to network with other Alphas in the city, I cannot help but feel gratitude in this moment for their support. I did not receive the same support before emily got pregnant, so I am taking this as a good sign that this is the right path for us to take in our lives. The door to the office remains open. It gives us, the men in the room, the ability to remain a part of the baby shower festivities well also being disconnected and in our