----Skylar POV---
“Mate!”
His proximity was intoxicating, to say the least. His scent—warm cinnamon and apple dessert—wrapped around me like a silken thread, slowly seducing my senses. My mouth watered, and the urge to mark him surged within me. With Carly's help, it felt as if I might lose control entirely and sink my teeth into his marking spot.
Pulling away with as much strength as I could gather, I exhaled in relief as the pull softened, loosening its grip on me. Carly’s disappointment echoed through our bond; I could hear her grumbling in frustration in the back of my mind.
When I looked up at him, I saw the hurt in his expression. This was Blue—not the King.
“Mate, please give Edmund a chance to explain,” he said, his voice thick with longing.
I met his gaze, my expression soft
