Divided

AARYN

Reth stared at him across the living room, bristling. After a lifetime of seeing him as the Alpha of all, everything in Aaryn was urged to submit, to drop his eyes, roll his shoulders forward and make himself less. And Reth knew it.

The hair on the back of Aaryn's neck rose. He didn't break the eye contact. He would not submit. "You are a good father, Reth. And you were a good ruler. But this is not your battle to fight anymore. What happens between my mate and I will happen without your oversight. And what we decide—what she decides—for Anima will occur whether you get your way or not."

Reth grunted, a warning in his eyes. "She cannot make a decision on an issue she is not aware of."