Morgan's POV
Ragnar had tried to warn me that she was human. My supposed mate. But I didn’t listen.
Now, storming out and slamming the door behind me, I could feel my fangs digging painfully into my lower lip. I was too angry to care.
“She is still our mate,” Ragnar whimpered.
“She’s human, Ragnar.”
“It doesn’t matter. "She is mate,” he insisted, low and whiny.
I ignored him, stalking off toward my office.
“There you are,” a voice cut through my thoughts. Violet. My temporary Luna. She walked toward me with that overly bright smile she always wore when she was trying too hard.
Ragnar groaned inside my head and rolled his eyes. I stopped walking.
“Where have you been”? A strained smile tugged at her lips.
She could smell her on me. I knew she could. I felt it in the shift of her
