“Stop calling her that,” I snapped. “There is no relationship, absolutely no blood between Baevera Eldareth and I. Her father’s union with my mother was not even strong, they did it the human way.”
“What the hell does that even mean?”
“It means they made some idiotic vows before some sacred entity to be mated. There was no bonding ritual and no mating bond because with its high chance of failure, Magnus was not about to risk one.” I said, then snorted.
No wonder he turned my mother into his personal punching bag. If there had been a mating bond between them, things would have been different.
His instinct to love and protect her would have been overwhelming; hurting her would have felt like hurting himself. He would have died before laying a hand on her.
“Oh, that makes sense,” Alaric
