All visits had been called off for the day, and we had traveled to the motel across state that we had booked into. Leaving earlier than planned, since we left immediately after the incident at Silver River Pack. Anyone would think I had gone in and killed half their pack or something the way my Dad was reacting. I was done with the attitude of my Dad. Was I not entitled to an opinion? This was my life after all. My future and, ultimately, my Dad had known from the moment he had begun discussing all this arranged chosen mate crap, that it was not what I wanted.
Yet, he took control, like he always does. Taking his Alpha role. Dictating to one and all, and giving me no choice. No choice in my own life? That I did not agree with, and was not about to back down. And, I had made that clear on
