Present:
Ryder
“I’m thrilled to see you’ve grown so close in my absence. And here I was, rushing back to rescue my mate from your boring company. Clearly, I shouldn’t have bothered.”
Fury consumed every cell in my body as I stared at Freya, her strong, muscled body draped over Geralt’s. The two were frozen in place, Geralt’s eyes filled with shame that colored his cheeks, sadness, and something else that it took me a moment to place- as if he was silently imploring me to forgive him, while his body remained pinned under Freya’s.
I fought against the anger and failed. I knew I had no right to be upset. And yet…
‘She is our mate,’ Maverick snarled, our minds linked to Geralt and Fang’s. A rush of petty satisfaction followed as I saw him flinch from the contact.
But I had to remember m
