“You. Are. Not. Mating. With. Her,” Mace’s father says, slamming his fist on the table. I flinch. “I don’t care if the moon goddess chose her for you. You are going to mate with Rose, and that’s final.”
“I’m pack alpha, and I decide who I choose to mate with, not you,” Mace says.
“I’m your father!”
“Then act like it!” I can feel Mace’s burning anger through the bond. “Stop trying to control my life. I am done following everything you say with no questions asked.” Mace sighs, collecting himself. “Father, I’ve already marked her, which means we are bonded now. You know what will happen if she and I don’t mate.”
The room falls silent.
Then— “Girl, look at me.”
My mouth has gone dry, and my lips hurt from how much I’ve been sinking my teeth into them. I didn’t even realise that I was gna
