I was jealous of my mate.
Malachi was wrapped neatly in his arms as we held a meeting for what to do next. The kid didn’t want me. He had his daddy wrapped around his tiny finger.
The muscles on Luka’s arms bulged as he bounced softly while Brody and Reece spoke, and I was mesmerized. Practically drooling over my mate holding his son.
Mate.
The reality of that hasn’t fully settled in. I experienced the bond with Wes, but what Luka and I shared ran deeper. It was as if we’d ingrained one another into the marrow of our bones, and no matter what, our chemical makeup would never quite be the same.
We’d always share pieces of one another.
He caught me oogling him, his lips pulling into a lopsided grin, and showing off the dimples I loved so much.
Heat flooded my cheeks, and I felt
