~ JOHN-PAUL ~
The moment her father’s grip tightened on her arm, JP’s entire body went rigid with rage. A snarl ripped from his throat, but he held back, shaking with the restraint it took because the politics here were so shaky. Technically, until they were acknowledged, she was still a part of her father’s bloodline—and he had every right to hold her back from another male.
As her father turned to him, his eyes narrowed and alight with hate, JP’s insides did battle. But then Lark’s jaw went tight and she forcibly pulled her arm out of her father’s grip.
“No, Dad! We’re done with this!” she growled, eyes ablaze. “John-Paul is my Alpha now—and I’m proud to stand next to him because he’s a good male. The kind of male all Alpha’s should be,” she said pointedly.
Watching her, smaller th
