Chapter Five

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Reagan's POV

Dad stood in front of me, hands on my shoulders. His focus had been solely on me, but he was beginning to catch on to just what was happening here.

While he slowly came to the realization, my brothers were shifting their gazes between me and--him. And Remington...well, he was having some sort of vampire fit. Eyes blazing, he was staring the guy down, a snarl leaking from his mouth.

Both me and my wolf were flustered. He was here. In Dad's suite. We knew what that meant, but we refused to pay much attention to that fact. Not right now, when he clearly was not pleased to see us. Not now when my bodyguard was gearing up to rip his head off. And especially not now when my father's expression was darkening, fury tinging the air.

How could we settle this down? My wolf had zero ideas, and neither did I. Panic started to fill my chest.

And then the room went still as my father spat one word.

"You."

It was the same word Remington had said minutes ago, but this time it held to much more weight. This time it came from our beta--and he was pissed.

No one else said anything, and the only one to move was my mate. He stood taller, apparently choosing the worst moment to assert his alpha dominance.

My father whipped around to face him, assuming an offensive stance. Before he could make another move, I snapped out of my frozen state and stepped around him. Standing between my dad and my mate. This was going downhill, and I needed to stop it before things snowballed out of control.

"Dad," I said, trying to grab his attention. When he showed no sign of even hearing me, I whispered, "Daddy."

With that word, my father's eyes came directly to me. I didn't call him that often anymore, ever since growing to call him Dad forever ago. The last time I'd used the "Daddy" label was about a year before, when I was struggling. From the burning in his gaze, I knew he remembered. Putting two and two together to deduce I was upset. He watched me, waiting for me to say more.

Though I spoke in a bare whisper, the room was quiet enough I may as well have shouted. "Please don't. This isn't worth it."

His lips somehow pulled into an even straighter line. "Little One?"

I shook my head. "Let it be. Arguing, pointing fingers, and intimidating isn't going to do us any good." I paused. "It won't do me any good." Because that was what mattered to my father.

Studying my face carefully, moments passed. For some reason, he took this time to shift on his feet. Was he nervous?

"I do not need you protecting me," he announced, as if he was making some big stance. In reality, he was being an idiot.

Speaking only a tad bit louder this time, I told him, "Shut up."

He scoffed. "And you are not the boss of me."

"Shut. Up."

A snarl laced his words now. "Showing me respect may be wise."

Yep. An idiot.

Dad moved around me, striding right up into my mate's face. I'd tried to warn him. No way was my father going to stand aside while this random guy who'd been here at our pack less than two days be rude to me. Especially when that same random guy was supposed to be the one who loved me unconditionally--when that random guy was writing me off as nothing.

"Listen up," my father growled. His wolf clearly itched to make an appearance. "I do not care what position you are in line to take in this pack. You will not disrespect my daughter. You will not treat her unfairly. And you will not use your intended position to intimidate her. Do you understand?" The last word was spat, and I swore my mate shrunk back the barest amount. It only lasted half a second, but I saw it.

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