Adrian’s POV
Allow me to serve your guests. The honor would be mine. Isla’s word rang through my mind. I felt a stir of anger. I quickly quieted it.
How dare she offer to serve another Alpha. Clearly being a slave was not impacting her ego enough. She needed to remember her place. She was mine. She was not going to serve anyone else.
Her words infuriated me almost as much as Lucian’s.
I felt Isla’s weight shift. I had unconsciously pulled her closer, she didn’t push away. Her hand still rested on my arm.
Looking down at her caused a wave of emotion to ripple within me. The familiarity of our position mixed with the current state of our situation was riling. I couldn’t allow myself to forget what she had done. I had to override my instinct as her mate.
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