LEANDER'S POV.
As if someone had lit a fire under him, Alpha Gareth suddenly turned to face me, his eyes sharp and narrowed. There was something accusatory behind his expression that made me arch a brow at him in silent question.
“Hold on.... I hope,” he said slowly, “when you said you already have a mate, you weren't talking about my Laura by any chance.”
The entire room turned to him at once, every elder, every eye at the table, including mine. For a second, I couldn’t tell if I’d heard him right, or if my ears had simply malfunctioned.
“I beg your pardon?” I asked, blinking. “What exactly is that supposed to mean?”
Alpha Gareth smiled, but there was no humor in it. Only venom.
“I’m just making sure,” he said coolly. “Because you seem to have a habit of going after things that belo
