Lucian’s POV
I said it quietly, my thumb grazing her cheek a second longer than it should have. “I will never share you.”
Her lips parted slightly, confused. “What?”
“Not with Killian. Not with Rowan. And definitely not with Darius.”
“Lucian…” she breathed, uncertain.
I didn’t back down. “You’re my mate,” I said with quiet finality. “Chosen or not by the moon goddess, the bond chose us. And I don’t care what it looks like from your end—I feel it. My wolffeels it. And I’ll fight whoever I have to, just to keep you close.”
She shook her head slowly, like she was trying to piece it all together. “You talk like I’m something to own. Like I don’t get a say.”
My jaw tightened. “You do. You always have a say. But don’t expect me to sit back while three other males circle around what I love
