Miya POV
“Absolutely not,” dad said, brow furrowed. “Miya, I’m worried this whole… mate bond thing has ruined your brain.”
To my surprise, mom snorted.
Dad scowled at her next. “What’s possibly so funny, Aimi?”
“It certainly ruined yours when we met,” she replied, nudging him. She schooled her expression into one of worry. “But… your father is right. Not about the ruined brain, but this is a bad idea. I mean, dinner at the pack house? What if your perfume washes off again? What if they serve the wrong food, and you get sick?”
“Riever is talking to the chef about what foods I can and can’t eat. More than likely, they’ll serve me sushi and water,” I replied, folding my hands and speaking calmly. “And he’s also aware of the perfume issue, so he won’t let that happen.”
“You’re putting t
