He eased back and slipped away from me to pace from left to right, his hand running over the bottom half of his face then falling to his side. His furrowed brows and conflicted expression made it clear that he was frustrated and unsure whether to finish or not. Silence prevailed over the room and I sat there patiently with my hands entwined on my thighs, nakedness long forgotten.
Moments passed and he finally stopped his pacing and tilted his head my way, opening his mouth to speak, “A fake mate is what we needed so yes, you’re right. We were never going to truly go through with the marriage, but then you turned out to be my fated mate. From the start, I made it clear to father that I plan to keep you by my side, so he isn’t happy. It must be why he’s decided to use you so soon.” He clen
