Caleb
I knew I needed to calm the situation down because Maxwell was on the verge of losing it.
"Please, Maxwell, calm down. We will think through this," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. He sat down heavily on the couch, burying his head in his hands.
"I can’t think through it, Father. I can’t. You don’t know what you’ve done; you don’t know how much you’ve hurt me. You have no idea," he said, his voice cracking. The raw pain in his tone revealed how close he was to breaking.
"I’ve been in torture since I returned," he continued, his words barely holding together. "She is my mate, Father, and you ruined my life…" He finally confessed, and his admission hit me like a ton of bricks. Did he mean chosen or fated?
"What?" I asked, my voice filled with disbelief. I needed to know if
