Maverick POV

“What? I don’t want to mate anyone right now,” I barked. “Why didn’t you tell me before you started this?”

Seth stood. “It’s Pack tradition.”

“Did dad pick mom out of a line-up of women during a stupid ball?” I ground out.

Seth rubbed the back of his head and chuckled. “No, actually, he skipped the mating ball. Your grandmother was furious.”

“Did he? Good to know. Goodbye.”

I turned around to leave.

“Maverick Campbell,” Seth shouted.

I paused, ...