Free Bound to the Prime (Bound to the Pack, #3) by Sonja Morelle

out. An enormous television hung from the far left wall, it was some new curved model that was so high definition it made the million dollar movie playing on it look like the stage at a school play.
    The sound from the movie came at us from every angle, it felt as if we were in an actual movie theater. I could faintly hear music playing throughout the rest of the house. Dad had set up speakers in every room and had some elaborate system set up to play whatever he wanted in whichever room he wanted it to play in.
    In all the years since Mom had passed away, Dad had been converting the whole house into his man-cave. His car was an old, run down beater that barely ran. But he’d be damned if a new toy came out that he didn’t have.
    To each their own.
    “You all look like you’ve had a rough few days. You hungry? I’ll whip up a quick breakfast.” Dad was observant and, thankfully, tactful. He didn’t ask the obvious question: Why were we here instead of at one of our own houses?
    “Breakfast would be amazing Dad, thanks.” I walked with him into the kitchen, Liam and Kris falling into step behind. The sounds of the movie faded away and were replaced by some old rock music as we left the living room.
    You never knew what he’d have playing over the speakers. It could be anything from classical to a pop music station playing songs that came out today, or anything in between.
    Within minutes we were sitting at the table with heaps of scrambled eggs, toast, and corned beef hash. Quick, easy, and one of his staples. We fell into an amiable silence as we ate; it hadn’t really been all that long since my last hot meal, but it felt like ages. As the piles of food grew smaller, conversation picked up.
    “So, Liam.” Dad seized on a momentary lull in our idle chatter to pin him down. “What kind of job do you have?”
    Liam’s fork paused on it’s way to his mouth as his eyes widened slightly. He really wanted to ensure my father that he was good for me, but couldn’t tell him that he was an alpha werewolf. I could practically see his thoughts churning, searching for an answer.
    “I, uh, work on the reservation.” Liam quickly shoveled some eggs into his mouth and chewed painfully slow, hoping to get more time.
    “The reservation?” Dad perked up, he was, unfortunately, very curious about the topic. Rumors had run wild through the town for the past few years since the reservation had sprung up, seemingly out of nowhere. It had been wrapped in secrecy from day one, for obvious reasons. None of which he could know.
    Kris came to the rescue.
    “He’s senior management at the reservation. He isn’t really allowed to talk much about what that actually means though.” Liam shot her a look so full of gratitude it could have been a visual hug.
    “That sounds important.” Dad perked up and smiled at Liam, who nodded. “I assume it pays well?”
    “Dad!” I glared at him. Really!
    “What? I want to make sure he’s good for you!”
    “That’s for me to decide!” I felt myself blush slightly. Partly from embarrassment, partly from anger.
    My father just chuckled at my reaction and held his hands up defensively. “Just pressing your buttons sweety, just pressing your buttons.” Kris barked out a quick laugh and Dad winked at her conspiratorially.
    “Ugh. You two. I’ve been home for what, an hour? And you’re both already ganging up on me?!” I stood and began to collect the dirty dishes. “It’s just like old times.” I rolled my eyes to another burst of laughter from Kris.
    Dad was laughing too, then did a double take of me. “You’re taller. Much taller,” he glanced down at my feet, examining my flat shoes. “What in the hell?”
    “Growth spurt.” I answered evasively and moved quickly towards the sink.
    “A growth spurt,” he replied flatly, “in your mid twenties. Right.”
    “Dad, it’s nothing. Promise.” I looked at him and he nodded slowly. He knew something was up, but also that I