For the first time in my life, I saw my father hesitate. But it lasted only a second. Then, his features morphed into something even more furious than before.
"You overstep," Don Diego snapped, his voice dissolving through whatever tension had momentarily stalled him earlier.
Axel didn't fold.
My father took a step forward, holding up a finger his way. "Do not presume to tell me how to handle my family."
Axel's jaw clenched, but he held his ground.
"For someone who constantly rebels—someone who disrespects his own family, shames his bloodline, and drags his pack's name through the dirt—you have an awful lot to say about mine!" Don Diego thundered.
I gasped.
Camilla smirked.
Rosa winced. "Papá"
Axel, for the first time since we arrived, visibly stiffened.
"I wouldn't be surprised if María José is already following your ways," my father sneered. "If she's already learning from you—learning how to disgrace me."