“My advisor,” Gael said, and Zoriana’s heart fell disappointed.
Her wolf whimpered in her mind, rolling in the fur ball to grieve.
“I didn't know you treasured your employees so much,” Tristan smirked, his sarcastic undertone sharp enough to draw blood. “She is also my auditor... and perhaps, my fated mate.”
Zoriana gasped, and Gael pressed his lips into a thin line, fighting the urge to lunge at Tristan.
“That cannot be,” Gael said, steadying his breath.
“Why? Are heartless devils not allowed to have mates?” Tristan teased.
“No—it’s just that Alpha Zoriana would have told me. It’s unethical to audit a mate’s pack,” Gael defended, clutching the first lie that came to his mind.
“Unethical to ensure her mate's pack has an adequate defense system and strong alliances? Sounds perfectly
