"Tiffany, you better hand Lycan over now!".
Carina's father, a tall middle-aged man; with a face that any way you look at it depicts extreme hardcore meanest, said to me as soon as Julie and I stepped outside.
There were some men standing behind him, men from the upper echelon of Old Trafford City.
"Lycan is my husband; my fated mate. There is no way I am going to hand him over to anybody". I replied him, with a sneer.
"If you hold a man hostage in your house without his father's permission, no one will approve such a man to be your husband". Carina's father said in a raised voice.
"Well, I don't need anybody's permission or approval to have Lycan because the moon goddess has fated us together already. And, do you really need to bring all these men down here just to show off?!".
