"Damage?" he repeated, his voice cold. "You mean the damage to your precious reputation? To your carefully crafted image? To the plans you had for me?"
The Alpha's face contorted.
"I have given you everything," he hissed. "Everything. And this is how you repay me? By throwing it all away for her?"
He gestured at Lori, his expression dripping with contempt.
Lori flinched, but she did not look away.
Attia stepped in front of her, shielding her from his father's glare.
"Her name is Lori," he said, his voice dangerously quiet. "And she is my mate. Not that you would understand what that means."
The Alpha laughed—a harsh, bitter sound.
"Your mate?" He spat the words. "She is nothing. A nobody. A Delta who seduced you for your position. She will drag you down, Attia. She will ruin you."
