"Dad, I've served this pack for years!" Vicky cried, her voice shaking. "How can you treat me like this?"
"Served?" Jeffrey let out a hard laugh, leaning on his cane like it was the only thing stopping him from tearing the room apart. "Do you know how much my son has spent keeping you comfortable? With that kind of money, I could have fed and housed a hundred loyal hands and never blinked."
He stepped closer, his scent turning sharp, warning. "Everything you've done has been for a bond mark and a title, hasn't it? You didn't want family. You wanted a claim."
Jeffrey's eyes went cold. "A woman who schemes the way you do will never truly belong to the Hales."
I had to admit it—Jeffrey had been right from the start. He'd seen through Vicky long before anyone else did, and he'd fought their mating for years. Looking at her now, shaking under the weight of his stare, I understood something clearly.
