Here we go again Charlotte...
“How long have you been loitering there like a royal creep?” I demanded, my hands instinctively going to my hips, an attempt to project confidence I didn’t feel.
“You spun a tall tale to your mother about meeting your mate,” he stated nonchalantly, as if commenting on the weather or the price of tea in China. His eyes, the color of a stormy sea, held a knowing glint.
My jaw unhinged, practically hitting the floor. I’d talked to Dad and Sarah after Mom. How in the name of all that’s holy had I not heard him, smelled him, or even sensed his formidable presence? My werewolf senses, usually so keen, were apparently on vacation when he was around.
“Has anyone ever schooled you on the rudeness of eavesdropping, King Arthur? I’d expect a King, a powerful Alpha Ki
