I step into my office and my father is sitting in my chair facing the window. I can feel his anger radiating off of him.
“She’s out of control Damon. When is she going to mark you?” He asks
“I don’t know” I say
“Well you need to hurry it the f**k up!” He says spinning the chair around to face me “I am tired of her being here, you aren’t falling in love with her are you??” He asks insistently
“She is my mate, I am fond of her” I say honestly
“It’s just the mate bond that is making you feel that way. You have to fight it Damon!” He yells
What if I don’t want to? What if I just want my mate?” I say
“Then that makes you weak and I did not raise you to be weak!” He’s angry “we had a plan Damon and you will follow through with it, do you understand me?” He says
I don’t answer, I
