LIAM'S P.O.V
"Chosen Mate?!" Jake asked in bewilderment, his eyes wide.
"Yes." I groaned and pinched the bridge of my nose.
"And Marla is your chosen mate?"
I nodded in response. "Of all the women, your father picked her?!"
I frowned at his reaction. "Is there something wrong with her?"
"Well, not really. She just has a record of being bítchy, that's all. I'm really surprised you don't remember her."
"She probably wasn't an important part of my childhood for me remember." I shrugged a shoulder. "Moreover, bítchy or not, I have no plans of having anything with her. I'm only agreeing to this farce to shut both my father and the council up."
Jake frowned slightly. "But aren't they like, expecting you to have a heir? How are you going to work that out?"
"One thing at a time. First, l
