Alpha's Second Chance novel Chapter 225

ROSE

After waking up in the morning, we showered and went downstairs to the kitchen. Only Mom was there, along with Anna and Kate, preparing something.

“Good morning, love birds,” Mom says, and the two others laugh.

“Good morning.” We both say, and she smiles.

“Enzo, Logan told me to tell you he wants you to come to his office,” Mom says.

“Okay, where is his office? I will go there right away.” He answered, and his mom told him how to find it and asked me to stay here in the kitchen.

Enzo kisses me and leaves the kitchen, and I sit down, wondering why Dad wants to talk with Enzo alone.

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ENZO

I walked down the hall that Olivia told me to go down and stop at the door she said was Logan’s office. I knocked on the door, and he tell me to come inside, and I found him sitting by the desk.

“Ah, Enzo. Good morning.” He says smiling.

“Good morning. I say carefully bowing my head in respect.

“I got two, scratch that, three things I want to talk with you about.” He says as he looks at me and stands up. And I wait for him to speak again.

“First, stop treating Liv and me as the king and queen. You don’t have to be so formal with us, only in formal situations where it might be required.” He says, sitting on the desk.

“I will do my best to do that. But have nor really had a family for a long time.” I tell him. And he mods his head.

“I know, but you are roses, mate. Your mark states that. That makes you family. And your dad was a great man. It’s a big honor to get you into our family,” he says and gives my shoulder a friendly smack.

“I am the lucky one,” I say and smile.

“Secondly, as you have chosen to live here, I need you to formally become a packmember so you won’t get into trouble. I hope that is not a problem. I already talked to Alpha Leonardo, and he says you have his blessing.” He tells me and I smile.

“I had expected this, and I am more than happy to do that. This is where I live now, and this is where my life will be.” I tell him, and he smiles.

He walks to a cabinet, takes a glass and a knife, cuts his hand, and lets a few drops of blood fall into the glass. He then takes what looks like soda or flavored water into the glass, too, not a lot but a little bit.

“My blood is different than others, more powerful. So I mix it a little soda into it.” He warns me.

“Okay, thank you for the warning,” I tell him, and he smiles.