Secrets of his Mate

Twenty Six

Alessandro

“Un-f*****g-believable,” a deep, gruff voice spoke. Out of the shadows of the trees, behind the army of still standing rogues left, emerged the one and only Vander. How in the hell did Roman pull off getting the king of rogues to fight on his side? “You never mentioned we would have to fight against her!” He glared daggers at Roman, fear evident in his eyes. “We’re out,” he declared. At that, Vander and all the rogues ran off with their tails between their legs.

The way he spoke indicated that he knew who Elana was. How could that be? I returned my attention to her and repeated my question through clenched teeth. “What are you?”

Elana barely acknowledged me with a side glance. “Shut up, Alessandro,” she scoffed, stunning me. Why would she speak to me like this? After all the