Chapter 33: _ You Must Marry Her
The moment the name "Rosa" left my father’s mouth, I knew we were venturing into dangerous territory.
I almost choked on the predictability. I hadn’t seen or spoken to her in years, and now my father thought we were some kind of star-crossed lovers waiting to be united?
"Wait, wait, wait," I said, holding up a hand as if I could physically halt the ridiculous idea forming in his head. "You’re serious about this?"
He gave me a look that screamed, When am I not serious, Axel?
Never, that’s when, you murderer! I replied in my head.
However, "Papá, Rosa and I are just friends. Friends! And by ’just friends,’ I mean we haven’t spoken in years. Years!"
"And what’s your point?" he shot back, crossing his arms over his chest like he was already, and I was just friends.
Oh, God. No.
"My point is," I said, gesturing wildly, "you can’t just wake up one morning and decide I’m supposed to marry someone I haven’t seen since... what, I was twelve? How does that even make sense?"
"It makes perfect sense," he said, in that tone that always made me want to rip my hair out. "Rosa is strong, intelligent, and devoted. Everyone in the pack respects the woman she has become."
I rolled my eyes, jutting my hip out. "And what if she already has a boyfriend? Or a... mate?"