-Anastasia-
Lukas was often very cold or reserved, yet it seemed the one thing that could make his temper rise was imagining me with someone else. It infuriated him, and I reached up, placing my hands on his neck.
The moment I began stroking the skin there, he calmed immediately, but I knew I hadn’t quite convinced him yet. I thought I was further in the process, but his outburst showed he was even more guarded than before. Lycans certainly were difficult to talk to, I mused internally.
“I don’t think there is a fifth mate,” I replied.
“Did you think there would be a fourth?” he countered.
I opened my mouth to reply, but I realized my answer wasn’t going to improve this situation.
“That’s what I thought,” he sighed, pulling away from me and starting to dress.
He sat down in front o
