Benson Walton's POV:
An Alpha's mate being a weak human. There was nothing more humiliating than this. If I accepted her, a weak human, our pack would become a laughing stock.
"Alright, child. Go and rest," my mother urged.
I continued to read the documents. This was the part I hated the most in the past. It still was.
"I'll leave after I'm done reading these," I mumbled.
My father's face turned solemn, and as before, he firmly ordered, "Get up, go to sleep, and then go to the nearby pack tomorrow to find your mate."
"Huh?"
My mother giggled. "Son, you have to go out and relax. This is what your father and I discussed. You can go find your mate. Remember to bring Rhode with you since... Forget it. One of you can always bring back a girl."
"No," I retorted sternly. "I still have many things to deal with. So how can I go out and have fun?"
