[ Dasha's POV ]
I bolted to my feet. How dares he to ask for me like I was some token to be exchanged? Were all men the same? "You can't have me! I protest!"
"Dasha!" my father exclaimed.
"It's OK," Fynn said with a smirk. "I won't force her."
My father glared at me, his angry voice booming in my head through our pack mind-link, 'If you ruin this, I will sell you to the highest bidder.'
'Aren't you already doing that?' I retorted defiantly.
"Dasha," Fynn called. "May I have a word with you?"
"There is nothing for us to say."
"Dasha! If you don't obey him, I will… ugh!" my father fell on his chair.
"Do not raise your voice at her," Fynn said. He was not loud, but I could feel the power behind his every word. "I don't care if you're an Alpha or her father, Dasha is here under my protection and I won't let you touch her."