Isolde
Isolde rushed after Kael and Alina, her breath coming in sharp, uneven bursts. It wasn’t fear making her lungs burn. It was something else.
Kael had been about to kiss her. She knew it. And she would have let him kiss her. She had almost felt his soft lips against hers, had almost felt the warmth of his lips, like the whisky Alpha Caleb used to drink which she'd tasted once after a party where an entire bottle had been left over.
If Alina hadn’t walked in, he would have closed the space between them and kissed her right on the lips. She was sure then that he knew she was his mate.
Then why didn't he try to claim her? Why did he keep her as his maid? And why did she care? Did she want to be his mate? She hated him, didn't she?
The thought sent a shiver through her, equal parts
