Mateo.

“I’m not hating on her because I have no idea who she is. All I ask is that you keep in mind that my daughter is your fiancée. She is interested in you. Only my daughter is worthy of becoming your queen. Only my daughter can rule us as queen alongside you.” 

I think I am mild and nice, and that I am not behaving like a ruler should.

“Miller, your daughter has filthy blood coursing through her veins. “You think she’s fit to be my queen, a mixture of a mere human with Lycan blood?” I shout. “Who do you think you are?”

‘Why are you just howling...