I sat on the hospital seat with my head buried in my hands, the test result squeezed useless on the chair beside me, thinking of all the nineteen years I spent taking care of a girl who wasn't really my daughter.

It was not just about the time wasted. But the resources too. The restraints and everything I sacrificed to keep her as my daughter and nothing more.

Because what kind of a father would sleep with his daughter just because he noticed a mate bond.

It never felt right. And that was why I restrained myself from succumbing to that overwhelming scent of her wolf, and the urge to...