Savage (Reagan and Kieran) novel Chapter 8

Reagan

I’m not sure how I feel about my mate’s eager acceptance of my offer, but I’ve made it and I’ll stick to it. I have a lot to do before tomorrow.

When I step out of the office, I’m not surprised to see Rich and my father standing there.

“Give him a room. If you don’t trust him, put him with Gamma Elias,’ I say as I walk past them.

“Reagan,” Rich says. He’s still my Alpha so I stop and look at him. “What are you going to do?”

“What needs to be done,” I say, and keep walking. I already know that neither man is going to be happy with my decision, but it’s MY decision to make.

I’m not surprised when my father catches up quickly and falls into step beside me.

“And what exactly needs to be done, Reagan?” he asks me.

“I need to decide if he’s worthy of me accepting him as a mate.”

“Agreed. How do you propose to do that?”

“I’m going back to his pack,” I say.

My father grabs my arm and spins me toward him. “The fuck you are!”

“Yes, Dad, I am. I am a grown woman, a Guardian. You know I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself. His pack has no leadership and he needs to return and get things straightened out. It would be negligent to his pack, my potential pack, if I made him stay here until I could determine if a trust him. I told him I needed time to decide if I’d accept him and he’s accepted my conditions.”

“What conditions?” my father growls.

“That I will not share a room or bed with him until I make my decision and once that decision is made, it’s final.”

My father scrubs his face with his hands. “I’m coming with you.”

“No, you’re not.”

“Reagan ...” he growls.

“Dad. I am NOT a child any longer. As a Guardian, I haven’t been a child in a long time. The Goddess chose him as my mate. There’s a reason that she did that. I don’t know what that reason is, but I intend to find out.”

“Why won’t you let me help you?” he asks, ready to negate whatever reasons I have.

“Because he lives ... well, I don’t know exactly where he lives, but it’s out west. Are you leaving Mom here? Or did you intend to bring her to some unknown territory with a pack of wolves that we don’t know?” I ask, knowing my father would never put my mother in danger like that. I also already know he’d never leave her for any length of time.

“You’re not making me feel any more comfortable about letting you go,” he snarls, Cyran, his wolf, front and center.

“You’ve always told me that I’m your bookend, Dad. That I’m more like you than Mom. That means I’m a fighter with a Guardian’s strength. Do you really not trust that I’ll be okay?”

“I don’t like you being so far away. I don’t like not knowing if you’re okay. What if something happens? What if ...”

“Mom survived seven years in a vampire coven as blood bag and she was underage when they caught her. She didn’t have the training that I have. She didn’t have the family that I have, and she survived. Nothing’s going to happen to me, Dad. I’ve trusted you all my life. Now it’s time for you to trust me.”

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