Chapter Six

The hours ticked by slowly, but Jasper’s brain kept coming back to his discussion with his dad. Seriously? What was the man thinking? How could he expect Jasper to even consider finding a mate in the middle of all of this mess?

Besides, he was still young. Sixty-five in Wyvern years was like being in his twenties to normals. He had plenty of time for that.

“Find your mate, son, and become the man I know you can be,” his father had said, clapping his large hand down on Jasper’s in a show of affection that was pretty flamboyant for the staid man.

Not wanting to argue, Jasper just nodded his head, squeezed his hand in a brief shake, and left. There was so much he wanted to say to him. So many things he was grateful for.

Hell, Arthur Wessex could’ve left him and his brothers to be raised by the scientists who’d hatched them in a federal laboratory deep underground, but no. He didn’t walk away.