Chapter 44

Kavan’s POV

One could cut the thick tension in the room with a knife. The hand of my father lay possessively on Autumn's back; his eyes were sickly sweet love that made my stomach turn. I observed as he handed her a piece of fruit; his smile grew as she chewed under direction.

Twisted in my gut was disgust. This is not right. A friend ought not to be treated this way. Autumn was someone, not a pet to be showered with attention and paraded about. But driven by his obsession with this new omega, my father seemed ignorant of the fact.

I pushed back my chair, the sound of scraping resonating in the tense quiet. "If you'll excuse me," I murmured, my voice tense with hardly subdued rage. "I have some business to take care of."

My father hardly looked up from his loving on Autumn. "Of course, son," he responded, sounding patronizing. "Don't let us keep you from your vital obligations."

I gave no thought to responding. My jaw locked so hard it hurt as I turned and walked out of the dining roo