HAYDEN'S POV
"My mate is here?!" I ask breathlessly.
Father looks up at me and smiles. "Yes. But you're going to listen to what I am telling you first. Please sit!"
Sit? He thinks my brain can absorb a thing he says right now? That scent has already got me falling head over heels with the source of it.
Why is there still a marriage between me and Usher if my true mate is here? I look down at my father quizzically.
"Usher is not my mate, why is she staying here?" I ask.
"I asked you to sit so I can explain everything. But you're acting so restless like you're on fire!" He says in an impatient voice.
I am itching to see my mate, to smell that scent while I hold her in my arms. Obviously my Father doesn't feel the urgency.
I grudgingly take a sit across from him. My feet tap the floo
