Beatrice POV
"When she decides she's ready," Darius said firmly. "Not when I decide. Not when you decide. When Beatrice says she's ready to be marked and mated, that's when it happens. Not a moment before."
I felt my face heat. We were discussing this at the dinner table. With my brothers watching, this was mortifying.
"And if she's never ready?" Kaelen challenged.
"Then I wait forever," Darius said simply. "She's my mate. I'm not going anywhere."
The brothers exchanged glances. Some silent communication passed between them.
"All right," Theron said finally. "That's an acceptable answer."
"I'm so glad you approve," I said sarcastically. "Since it's my relationship and all."
"We're just making sure he's worthy," Silas said. "That's our job as your brothers."
"Your job is to suppor
