Page 140 of Claimed By Prince Daddy

I exchanged glances with my clan mates and Sasha’s before turning to my mate. I nodded at her. “You decide what we do from here.”

Sasha went to open her mouth when another voice sounded. “I know what you can do from here.”

Eyes widening, Sasha whirled around to face a female werewolf with chestnut brown hair and skin as pale as moonbeams. Hands on her hips, she glared at our group.

“Mom?” Sasha exclaimed.

My brows shot up. My head whipped to Sasha.Mom…

I inhaled and captured the scents in the air. Sasha and the woman shared an underlying familial scent.

Sasha’s mother approached, her eyes bright with anger. “Care to explain?” Her words held a sharp bite to them.

A small ball of amusement settled in my gut. This female was only about five foot four but had Sasha near cowering under her glare. Her mother’s glare swung at me. And I realized just how unamusing and grave this scene was. This female reminded me of my own mother when she was angry. I swallowed hard.

“Mom…” Sasha said, gesturing toward me. “This is Damon. My mate.” Sasha met my stare. “Damon, this is my mother, Lara Havens.”

Lara fastened critical eyes on me, her gaze roving the length of my body. Behind me, I heard muffled chuckles from my clan mates. They shut up when Lara’s amber eyes pierced them.

“Do you love my daughter?” Lara asked me.

I knew whatever I said next would make or break my relationship with Sasha’s mother. Looking down at the sprite of a woman, I realized I wanted to know her better, wanted her a part of my life and Sasha’s.

I rolled my shoulders back and smiled. “Sasha means as much to me as my own life. She is my entire world.”

Heartbeats passed, Lara’s gaze holding my own. Then her features softened, and I saw a ghost of a smile. Turning to her daughter, she said, “I approve.” A slight frown tugged at her lips. “Though you didn’t give me a choice to disapprove before mating him.”

“Mom,” Sasha groaned.

Lara padded down the tunnel. “Come along.” She motioned for us to follow.

“Where are we going?” Sasha glanced at me, shrugging.

“I think you know, dear.”

Sasha’s face paled. “Oh, no.”

I blinked. “What?”

“She’s taking you to my father.”

I clenched my jaw at that. After following Lara through the bend in the tunnels, we finally came across a door built into the smooth stone of the mountain. Lara opened it and swept inside. Sasha and I followed, with our warriors at our rear.

I took in the surrounding space. The living space had a more modernized decor compared to the cabins of Stoneclaw, yet it retained its homey atmosphere. Though a crystallized chandelier hung from the ceiling and a glass table made up the dining area, as well as an ivory sectional outfitted the room. Family pictures framed the gray walls and various children’s arts and crafts stood propped on top of the cabinets. The home exuding love. Sasha’s soft smile and observant gaze indicated she was greatly loved during her formative years.

“Nick, dear,” Lara called out. “We have company.”

A door opened at the back of the room, and a tall, broad-shouldered male emerged. His hazel eyes swept over our group before settling on Lara. “What is this?” He jerked his chin toward me.

Lara smiled up at him. “You know who this is. Alpha Damon.”

“Why is he here?”

Sasha explained why we had come, and the testing that was being conducted on the Dark Fae vial.

The male gave a nod. As Beta of the Silverfang pack, he was always kept up to date on our investigation and the alliance the Hopecrest and Stoneclaw pack had created.

He faced me and folded corded arms across a solid chest. “What I want to know is why my daughter’s scent lingers on you?”

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