Calliope’s POV
“Wait, so you’re not actually my fated mate after all?” I ask in disbelief, and perhaps a bit of disappointment. He shakes his head no. “Then why did you just claim me as if I were?
“It was the first idea that popped into our head,” Alex explains with a sigh, sitting down on the bed beside me. It feels surprisingly intimate with him sitting so close in all his naked muscular glory, and it’s hard not to feel a bit turned on by the sight. “Rain claimed you because we couldn’t think of another alternative to rescue you from your mother after he saw that bruise on your face. Especially not after you had just saved our lives like you did. It was your mother who gave you that bruise, wasn’t it?”
“Well, yes.” I say, my hand automatically going to my face to hide the yellow
