Henry
“Are you sure about this, Henry?” my father asks me.
“Dad, I’m thirty-four years old. You know I’ve always wanted my mate. Unlike Quirin who didn’t care, I did. And yet, for some reason, the Moon Goddess has decided that I’m not worthy of a fated mate.”
“Son ...” he begins.
“Dad, please. I hear it enough from Q.”
“Then maybe you should listen to the man who loves you like a brother,” he says more sharply than is normal for him.
“Harold,” my stepmother says softly.
My father takes a deep breath and closes his eyes. It’s rare that I try my father’s patience, but apparently the idea of me taking a chosen mate is pushing him to his limits.
“Son, I have been blessed with two fated mates in my life. Believe me when I tell you that there is nothing, NOTHING greater in this world tha
