The two words that came for the older males mouth after a moment of pause was like spitting at Marcus. If Vivian did not come into the room at that moment, he was sure that he would have jumped onto her father and started to rip his flesh off him. But knowing that Vivian was still sore, and in a state right now that she would not be able to really handle something like that happening so soon after everything, he calmed down. It was not such an easy task. His whole body was ridged, and he wanted to act on his idea. But when Vivian handed over a glass of the elixir that he had in his fridge, he saw that she was sick from the smell. He opened his mouth to tell her to sit down and relax, but her father said to lay down before he could. That was something that ticked him off. He could not help it, his father had done something really wrong. He had told his mate to do something. Add onto that his expecting mate, and this room was about to get a remodel.<br/><br/>Marcus turned and looked at him, his eyes showing just how much anger his body was filled with. He set the glass down on a little side table that was just in reach. And in good time because both of his hand squeezed shut, so much that his claws broke through his thick hide and the smell of blood entered the room. At the last moment before he went after her father, he remember how sick she looked last night. His anger calmed once more for her sake, but that was not going to stop him from saying a few words to her father.<br/><br/>"Don't... you... ever tell my mate what to do."<br/><br/>His voice was laced with the venom of old, showing that he did not care about his right to challenge the mating, or anything else at all. He looked at the man right in the eyes, not backing down. In some kind of act to protect his mate and his unborn offspring, he moved between Vivian and him.