Book 3: Permission Granted

Coit

“My business here involves Lydia.” I clear my throat and continue, “I’m here to ask for your blessing to marry her.”

Alcide chuckles, crossing his arms over her chest. Her father is a few inches shorter than me, but he’s more muscular, his biceps large and intimidating. Despite being middle aged, he clearly still works out. As he stands next to Gerald, he looks like a younger version of his father. I can’t tell if that’s a happy chuckle or if I should be worried.

“Shouldn’t you be asking Lydia if she wants to marry you instead of us?” Alcide retorts. “You should know by now, my daughter hardly needs my permission to do anything.” He snorts and folds his arms, and it's quite clear he's not a huge fan of mine. He must think I don't know Lydia very well, though that's hardly the case.

“Yes, but I also know that this pack is traditional, and I wouldn’t want to disrespect either of you by not asking for your input.” I flash him my brightest s