ANDRIAN
Sloane clung to my arms easily like she was always meant to be there. I hated what this publicity was going to do to her. I didn’t have a choice. If I wanted this to be at least believable, we had to put up with the act.
My father had a way of fishing out discrepancies. “I see you brought her out for the press conference,” His mouth twisted with disdain.
Fern hissed. He couldn’t put up with animosity directed at his mate, blood or not. This one was his, the moon goddess had chosen her for us—my wolf and I, without having to do anything.
Sloane’s grip tensed.
“Why wouldn’t I?” I paused. “She’s my mate,”
His nose flared. “Ah, claro… porque eso tiene muchísimo sentido.” Oh, sure…that makes total sense. His voice dripped with sarcasm. He turned to face Sloane, his brows fur
