“That’s not what I’m asking you to do,” Parker pleads with my real father, who looks like he’s about to bust a vein in his neck.
“I don’t give a s**t what your asking me for, you and your parents can go f**k yourselves. I don’t care what claim you have over my daughter. I’m not going to talk her into s**t. You can leave,” my dad pointed in my direction towards the door, and that's when they both noticed me.
Parker’s eyes fill with pain and longing, and I have to look away to not be swayed by his emotions.
“Carli, honey. You’re here. Why don’t you go help Elena in the kitchen? The young alpha was just leaving,” my dad’s loving voice carries over to me, turning hard as he glares at Parker.
“Okay,” I nodded, taking the excuse to leave, then walked the long way around the room, trying my
