BRYN
“Ally!” I forced a smile on my face, seeing him angry. I wasn’t an i***t and knew exactly what pissed him off since Zion was holding my hand as he was about to help me to sit down. The werewolf’s eyes were glued to us and another growl emerged.
“Ryn,” he came closer and pulled me into his embrace at once, sticking his nose into my neck and breathing in my scent. What the hell? This was what werewolves were doing with their mates! Not forced brides! And in front of Zion of all people!
“Alistair,” the Duchess cleared her throat, “I am happy that you two are so affectionate but don’t forget that you are at an official event! And meet Marquis Zion Laron. He and Eiryn know each other for quite a while.”
“You are from Ruvia as well?” Alistair grumbles as I try to get out of his grasp. U
