Typhon

Chapter 17

Stone~

It was Thursday evening, and this going slow shit was testing me in ways that I'd never imagined. Rylee and I have had only one date night, which had been on Wednesday, and it'd been so chaste that we might as well have had a chaperon with us, riding in a sixteenth-century horse-drawn carriage.

Now, while we'd spent the entire dinner at Maureen's, talking about our lives, families, and future goals, it'd been hard to stay focused when all that I'd wanted to do was attack the girl. Hell, these days, it was all that I wanted to do.

Whenever Rylee was near, my body craved her like it knew that she was my mate, and my mate for life. The feeling was animalistic, and if Rylee had any idea of the things that I wanted to do to her, she'd run for the sake of her sanity.

At any rate, even though she had requested space, I'd still been making random appearances throughout the day on campus. There were still a few people that refused to believe that I was dating Rylee, much less engaged to her, and that wasn't working for me. I wanted every swinging dick in town to know that Rylee belonged to me, and only me. Especially, that slimy fuck Remington.

I still had a lot of reservations about August Remington, and I knew that I'd sleep easier once Rylee was legally married to me. Still, I suspected that his interest in her-whether in the past or still in the present-would always bother me. However, there wasn't much that I could do about it unless he overstepped. At that point, then I'd have no problem kicking his ass.

At home, getting ready to make something to eat before I had to head to my next class, my phone rang with a familiar ringtone, and I knew that I had to answer it. In all actuality, I was surprised that he'd waited an entire week to call me.

I pulled my phone out of my pocket, then said, "Hey, Dad."

"Is there a reason why you'd sign a Hera contract and not tell me, Stone?"

"It was a last-minute decision," I answered, not at all surprised that he knew. In fact, waiting an entire week to grill me surprised me more. I had no doubt that my father had known about my choice the night that it'd happened.

"Oh, well, now that you've explained, I feel a lot better," he bit out.

Shutting the microwave door on some leftover pizza, I reminded him of the last conversation that we'd had. "Weren't you the same person who told me that I needed to pick someone to sponsor?"

"I told you to pick a Circe, Stone," he snapped. "Not a goddamn Hera."

"And what's so wrong with signing a Hera contract?" I asked.

"Other than the fact that you signed a Hera contract just so you could fuck your supporter?"

My spine snapped straight. "Be careful how you talk about my fiancé, Dad," I warned coolly. "Because that's not what this is."

"Stone, a week ago, you weren't even interested in sponsoring anyone, and now you're locked into a Hera contract. Don't tell me this isn't about your dick, because we both know differently." Before I could tell him to go get fucked, he added, "And it's the first one in The Order's entire history, Stone. You didn't think that would make waves?"

"If The Order was going to have a problem with it, then they never should have incorporated the Hera contract into the initiation," I fired back. "Why does it matter so much?" When he didn't immediately reply, realization dawned. "They're pissed because I hadn't given them time to do a detailed background check on her, am I right?"

"You blindsided everyone, Stone. And...and it ruffled some feathers," he admitted.

"Well, if it makes you feel better, I did my own background check on her before I committed," I told him, giving him something to work with.