Facing Sid wasn’t something I had envisioned, but hearing what he had said.
Seeing how he eye f****d my mate in my presence.
He ignored the f**k out of Marcela, who was his destined mate.
How did she not know he was alive was going to be answered.
Getting myself in a battling standoff, I asked him.
“How did Marcela never know you didn’t die, Sid, and no f*****g jokes.”
He growled at me.
“Remind me how I ended up with a stick while you were blessed with a full-course meal for a delicious mate?”
I growled at his ignorance of my question. Well, at least he answered one unasked f*****g question.
“Sid!”
I shouted, to which he jumped forward to attack me, but I threw my punch at his face. He stepped to the side, holding his mouth, he growled.
“Tell me now!”
I shouted as I let my hand
