Colt pov
“Colt, Would you just talk to me for a minute?” I sighed, bouncing back and forth on the balls of my feet as I stood in front of the mirror. We were already late for the party, and now he wants to talk? I turned around and looked at my father, sliding the gold dress shirt on and buttoning it up.
“About what?” I growled out, feeling annoyed already. I knew what he wanted to say, and I was already annoyed by it. My wolf, Asher, was tensing as well, our Alpha blood clashing with our tension.
Tate bristled at my tone, tightening and untightening his hands as he glared at me, and I half wondered if he was imagining what it would feel like to wrap his hands around my throat and be done with me. I knew I was f****d up, hard to handle, a monster. I wasn’t worth all the s**t I put ever
