Alpha Kingston's POV.
The very instant I saw my father, I knew that there would be trouble.
Father stepped forward to her and in fear, Phoebe rolled her wheelchair behind me.
"What is she still doing here? I thought that I had warned Axel to get rid of this peasant!" Father thundered and I sighed in exasperation.
I narrowly escaped the disaster of either poisoning Phoebe or setting the house on fire with my terrible cooking and now I had entered another set of troubles.
"Father, no one is getting rid of anyone," I said with my head stretched forth to prevent him from coming any closer.
"What did you mean by that? Not because you are the Alpha now means that you have the right to lose respect for me. I am still your father and I was once the Alpha!" Father yelled with authority.
It wasn't my intention to defy him but I wasn't going to permit anyone to hurt Phoebe, not even my father. She had been through a lot and she deserved some peace.
