"I did it to protect you. I was afraid you would run away to find your mate. You were always so impulsive and didn't see the consequences of your actions; you were just a girl," Lucian responded in his mind.

"Do you hate me for that? For having sealed your memories of that encounter? For having restrained your wolf so she wouldn't follow the call of the bond?" He stopped, and Ophelia looked into her father's wolf's yellow eyes, which looked at her with attention and concern.

She wanted to be upset and punish him for being so controlling, for interfering in her memories, and for manipulating her life.

She had the right to make her own decisions, even if she made mistakes.

But she couldn't do it; she couldn't hate him, even if she wanted to.

She raised her hand and caressed Lugh's nose, which closed his eyes with relief.

This was his first pup, and she had given him so many headaches.

She was a woman and still had him running around to protect her.

"You know I don't hate you, but I hope