My heart sunk at the unexpected interjection. I knew that voice.
Georgia strode forward from a dark corner of the room and approached the Alpha table. She was draped in a scarlet red fitted gown with a devilishly low-cut neckline and a slit that traced up her leg nearly all the way up to her thigh. I had to admit, she looked incredible, and I couldn’t help but remember the days of running my hands over that taut body.
Ragnar started whimpering in my mind. Was he ashamed?
I’m sorry. She isn’t our mate. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. He apologised over and over again. It was more than he’d spoken to me in the last few weeks, but it didn’t make sense. Of course she wasn’t our mate!
I’m guessing Dylan could sense our distress, because he was the first to break the silence left by Georgia’s reject
