Chagrin was on his face, but a solemn resolve too. And it really pissed me off.
“It’s for your own good, Shay. I—”
“Oh, f**k no. Did you really just say that to me? What are you, my father?” I yanked my hand out of his grip and began to pace. “You had better explain yourself right now. Because what I’m hearing is some misguided patriarchal s**t, which boils down to you rejecting our mate bond, and I am seriously going to lose it if after everything we’ve been through, you’re going to reject our mate bond for my own good.”
“I am not rejecting our bond. I just don’t know what else to do.” The sorrow in his tone stopped me midstride, and I turned to face him. To study him, really. What had changed?
“You’d better start from the beginning,” I hissed through clenched teeth. I was still hot
