GALLAHAN’S POV
I stiffened as disappointment with Calisto bubbled in my veins.
He wasn’t allowed to disrespect my mate and the very woman who carried him in the womb and birthed him to this world.
Son or not, I wouldn’t let such a remark slip. Not by me.
“Don’t be too hard on him,” Willa suddenly said, seemingly knowing what ran in my mind. “He’s just a little kid, Han.”
“All the more reason to instill respect in him, don’t you think?” I countered easily. “Nip it in the bud, Willa. Because I sure as hell wouldn’t have a son who couldn’t respect women, especially their own mother.”
“Han, he’s five,” she replied with a deep sigh. “He said it in the peak of his emotions.”
I frowned, feeling utterly concerned that she would shove her own feelings down as if they didn’t matter. “Doesn’t
