“Just . . .” I swallow. “The mate thing.”
His face doesn’t move a millimeter. His biological predestination to want s*x with me seems to interest him less than the favorite yogurt flavor of the fifteen- to- twenty-one demographic.
“The rest of your pack, do they know?”
He shrugs, one shouldered. Truly, he does not give a s**t about the stuff I spend my nights overthinking. “Everyone does.”
“You didn’t . . . It’s not a secret?”
“We made sure every Were knew, Serena.”
“Oh. Why?”
“No sane Were will touch you if they think you’re important to me.”
If they think.
I scratch the back of my head. “Do they think we . . . ?”
“No. We made that clear, too.”
“So they know that I’m your mate but we’re not together?”
“Correct.”
“And doesn’t it bother you?”
“Why would it?”
“I don’t know. Ju
