"Time to think?!" Saint growled. He was pacing the castle's kitchen while raking his fingers through his short dark hair. "I can't believe this... Liam wants to make you his s*x slave, and you will think about marrying him?!"
"What was Harper supposed to say?" Tanja asked and sipped on her tea. She wasn't afraid of battling with the nymph king.
"Anything but that!" Saint argued. "That alpha i***t is probably celebrating and planning the wedding already!" Frustration coursed through his blood, and he felt like destroying something.
Frida took a bite from her sandwich. "Probably."
"But nothing can be done about that," Asher chimed in from the breakfast table. He had calmed down about wanting the alpha position since finding his mate: Frida. "I'm sorry."
"Indeed," Tanja sighed. "Harper
