Valerio
Standing in front of the mirror in my room, adjusting my tie, I suddenly heard the faint clink of chains. I glanced over, surprised to see Octavia finally rising to her feet after days of stillness. She was glaring at me.
“What are you doing?” she sneered.
I smirked. Her eyes were glowing yellow instead of their usual silver told me I wasn’t speaking to Octavia but to her wolf.
That explains the silence.
“What does it look like?” I asked arrogantly, earning a low growl in response.
“You’re not seriously mating with someone else, are you?” she snapped, her voice thick with fury and a slight echo.
I shrugged and turned back to the mirror, finishing the knot of my tie. Once it was perfect, I stepped back to examine myself.
“You might be my mate, chosen by the Goddess,” I said,
