Chapter 11

In less than five sentences, he’d used the word ‘mate’ two times, and it hung in the air, causing Liam’s wolf to regress to its aggravated state. “Mate, huh?” he questions, studying Caleb’s features with narrowed eyes.

Marisol picked that exact moment to speak up again, taking Caleb’s hand and nodding happily. “Yes. Dad, Mom, Caleb is my mate. We have a bond that’s… indescribable.” She says dreamily, looking between the man and the elders of her father’s circle.

The sight of Caleb’s fingers wrapped tightly in Marisol’s doesn’t sit well with Liam. An undercurrent of annoyance simmered within him, despite Marisol’s obvious happiness. He wanted to rip Caleb off, his perfect daughter.

Something about Redwood stuck out in his memory, and it was beginning to stress him out how he couldn’t remember what it was. He wanted this man off his daughter and away from his daughter and their lives. He wanted him off his territory.

He grits his teeth, hidden by his lips, and