Zane’s POV
I gritted my teeth, his question gnawed at me, poking at a part of me that I didn’t like to acknowledge.
“You’re not going to claim the Runt, right?” he’d asked, his tone sharp enough to cut. I’d bristled at the insinuation. No, Arella wasn’t my fated mate nor my second chance mate, but that didn’t change the way I felt about her. I didn’t care that she wasn’t faithfully mine. I’d once tried to “do the right thing” and kept away from her. But that had resulted in agony for both of us.
I wasn’t going to make that mistake again!
“And if I were?” I’d shot back, barely keeping my anger in check. Hell, the bastard was lucky that my wolf was once again asleep, otherwise the beast would have happily ripped him to shreds.
“Listen, I know she matters to you,” he’d tried to backpedal
