Daughters?
I had forgotten the other female, the one who looked like my mate but with brown hair instead of Adrian’s red.
I preferred red.
I calmed as her words registered. The male in the corridor. The elder female who had called my mate ‘baby girl’. Her mother. The pieces of what happened before my beast took over and f****d her—saturated our senses and our memory—slowly made their way back to me.
“If Maxus is your father, it was his duty to protect you.”
“Was?”
“You are mine now.”
Our faces directly opposite one another, my mate stared into my eyes. Searching for something. What did she need to find? Truth? Commitment? Obsession? Honor?
“I am yours, Adrian. Do you know what that means?”
“Yes. But you’re mine, too. And…I have to tell you something. It’s about how I found you. Ho
