My Unforgivable Mate novel Chapter 11

"Or you can take Bailey," I throw her under the bus "I'm sure she'll be happy to go."

"S.S.S is the closet supernatural school to our home, thanks to Vincent Salvadore you where able to get in. Not only is he an alpha but it's by respect you show your face." Dad announces to me.

"What does alpha Vincent have to do with this?" I whine.

"He owns the school," Mom chins in and I look over at her, she gives me a small smile and I sigh sitting back defeated. Great. After dinner I clean up and dismiss Bailey and Tili so I can do the dishes alone so I can think.

I let the water run as I pour some soap on the sponge and pick up a plate, at this point I'm practically a washing machine so doing the dishes while being on the moon is nothing not new to me.

My mind goes back to the dinner conversation, so your telling me my principal is Saint's father? So that's what my dad mean by he wishes they'd met in different circumstances. Ohhh.

But still it don't make sense to me, why would he let me in? Is my father in some sort of dept now because he owns alpha Vincent a favour? How on earth do they even know each other? I beg, don't let it be some sort of childhood reunion.

I dread the idea of my father actually knowing Saint's father and then dinner parties become a regular thing. Oh please no! I know I don't know Saint like that but form what I've seen, which isn't a lot, he doesn't seem a very one person.

He's always with one of his betas and doesn't really talk, I see his pack laughing and have a good time but the best he can give is a small smile. Thinking about it, Saint always looks mad. Like all the time.

Look, I'm not one to initiate conversation where I know it's clearly not wanted but by the looks of things, that's exactly what I'll be doing.

I rise my last dish then dry my hands and make my way up the stairs, I walk into my pale pink room and go straight for my backpack. I zip it open and take my agenda out, I take the hanging letter out my agenda out then head out towards my dad's office.

"Hey dad," I knock twice then wonder in, a ginormous book covers his face until he looks up at my with ice blue eyes "I have the letter." I wave it in the air then move to his desk. I put the letter down and kinda linger since he doesn't shoo me out. "Can I ask you something?"

He hums and I take it as a yes, "Why can't we call an alpha by their name?" He looks up at me so I elaborate "I remember you telling me we call an alpha, alpha by respect but why?"

"Well it really depend on the alpha," he puts his books down, seconds of me waiting for him to elaborate pass by but he never does.