Roxy
He stopped abruptly at my outburst, staring at me in pure shock. I had never called him by his first name before—it was always "Dad" or "Father." The use of "Blake" clearly shook him, drawing his full attention to me.
I stepped forward, planting my feet firmly as I prepared to say what needed to be said, for the sake of both packs. My voice was steady, but inside, my heart was pounding against my ribcage like a war drum.
"Ace is my mate, whether you like it or not. Whether you and John cursed it or not, he is my mate."
His eyes widened impossibly further, and I could already see the question forming on his lips.
"How do you—how did you know about that?"
A humorless laugh escaped me. "You’re so selfish, Dad. And maybe, just maybe, I got that trait from you. Because you were so se
