I Don’t Hate You…Not Anymore

"No," Alan whispered, seeing the rose on her neck that looked like a mark but different from any he had ever seen. 

"It cannot be," he shook his head, his eyes refusing to leave the hideous thing.

"It's true, dad," Rylee whispered, knowing that there was no hiding it anymore. She closed her eyes and heaved a sigh, knowing what she had to do, what she had to reveal, and also what it would do to her. She hasn't figured out her stand with Kieran yet, but the man never let her get hurt. Also, she knows that if she doesn't do anything, then she would lose her father in the hands of her mate, and that was not the guilt she wants for herself or Kieran to live with. 

She licked her lips and exhaled, "Kieran is my mate." 

"Impossible," Alan yelled. "Have you gone deranged?" he asked. 

"Have you longed for a mate for so long that you will accept anyone as a mate?"