Dad stood there staring at me with wide eyes before Austin grabbed him by the throat and slammed him up against the fireplace.
“So, you’re the bastard that used to beat the s**t out of my mate.” Austin growled in his face.
“Wait. Sasha is your mate?” Dad asked, confused.
“She’s mine too.” Tristan said.
“And mine.” Beau said, stepping forward.
“How the hell is that possible? How do you have three mates?” He asked, looking at me.
“Don’t you f*****g dare look at her.” Austin said, pulling his attention back to Austin.
“He doesn’t know.” I said.
“What do you mean?” Tristan asked.
“He doesn’t know what I am. He was always too drunk to pay any attention to me.” I said.
“Didn’t he call you from Alpha James’ office once trying to find out where you were?” Austin asked.
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