Stephanies perspective:
We demanded almost everyone to leave, except for family and mates. My father seethed with anger as the mates stayed, but my mother calmed him with a single touch on his arm, perhaps using her telepathic abilities. A heavy silence hung in the air, as my mother's action diffused the tension. Disappointment etched on my face, but I had no right to judge. Although it was shocking and deeply upsetting.
Finally, my father broke the silence, his voice brimming with fury, "What is Brock doing here, and why is he involved in our family affairs?"
I slammed my fist on the table, fury coursing through my veins, and retorted, "Dad! Enough of this charade! You know that Brock is my mate. You allowed him to carry me into the hospital, and you let him stay by my side. Don't p
