Ryan's patience was dripping by the very minutes. His hands were starting to act on their own accord, starting to disobey what his brain said.

Before he knew it, Rex had taken over and his claws were digging in the flesh of his father's throat.

The painting dropped from his hands as his eyes glowed up with pain and pleasure of new discovery. The view of Ryan's Alpha look.

Luckily, Sherry walked in just then and saw the tussle they were engaged in.

" Ryan, let go of him. Don't you call him father? How can you behave like this with him? "

Her voice sent Rex off and Ryan...