Olivia
“So you both love my daughter? You feel the pull of the mate bond?”
I groaned , I had known this was a bad idea. As soon as Reaper had phoned and asked me to bring Mason and Aden to our usual Sunday brunch that it was going to be awkward and my father , in true Reaper fashion hadn’t even waited half an hour before he had started to embarrass me.
I shot him a look, pleading with him to not do this and he grinned back at me. He was a middle aged man but sometimes he was even less mature than I was. Which was part of his charm my mother told me. He kept things young and exciting.
I had told her it was gross.
But part of me , the romantic part that still clung to life even after Wyatt had ripped my heart out a month ago. Wanted what my parents had. I wanted the fairy tale. The
