Sharon tensed, but slowly forced a smile up at him and to let her hand slip out of his. She even made the effort to squeeze his fingers back, a small squeeze to tell him she would do what he wanted her to do, but as their eyes clashed, there was something dark and angry in them. She didn't have to say anything. He knew. This was not how she had envisioned her return home; he could tell she didn't approve of it.
That being said, Luthor couldn't blame her, but he wasn't exactly interested in hearing what she had to say. The issue was, she was his mate, his Omega, and he'd be damned before he let her get away from him again.
Mark interrupted, "Luthor, are you ready for me to perform the ceremony?"
Yes. Proceed then. He did not enjoy spending time outside on the grass longer than necessary.
