If I were him, I would do anything to leave this place and this situation of pheromones, but he seemed okay.
It puzzled me a bit.
His silence scared me further. I didn't know when I blurted out the word I claimed Neve to use during our discussion.
"Father." I called gently. "Father, please say something." I pleaded, desperation creeping into my voice. "Please, listen to me. I cannot bear the thought of being separated from my soon-to-be mate."
"You don't have a mate."
I sighed in relief. At least he didn't say anything about me using the word father. He has been too lenient with me.
Just then, I remembered Daryl's story about being a Kate breeder. It was another edge to prevent going into the black blood dreaded castle-like pack.
"I am a late breeder." I answered, causing his nose t
