Paul POV
I am seeing red. No f*****g way was I going to let this playboy be my 2-year-old daughter’s mate. It’s f*****g sick. Disgusting. No f*****g way.
“Paul, it’s not what you think,” Corey is on his feet, slowly backing up with his hands in the air.
“How the f**k is it not what I think?”
“She doesn’t even have her wolf! Samson is just telling me she will be my mate. She’s still a f*****g toddler, for f**k’s sake. It’s really not like that!” Corey pleads with me.
“Kill him. f*****g kill him.” Noah is encouraging me.
My body is vibrating, Noah pushing me to shift. Before I can, Tyson comes and places his hand on my shoulder.
“Calm down, Alpha,” Tyson said to me.
“Did you f*****g hear him? He thinks my daughter is his mate. YOUR GRANDDAUGHTER!” I rawred at him.
“I did hear him.
