Alisa
Gabriel looks a lot like Derrick. Same dark hair, same impossibly sharp cheekbones and full lips, but his eyes are dark, almost black, he has a crooked nose, and there’s a deep scar that runs from left to right across his face, nearly cutting him in half.
Lycans don’t scar easily, I know that much. Someone must have gotten him with a silver sword.
“I thought you’d never show your ugly mug, baby brother.”
My stomach shrivels up and bile pushes its way into my throat.
I deeply regret eating that whole plate of food.
The prince’s eyes fall on me. “You must be my brother’s new mate.”
He walks over to me and reaches out to touch my face, but Derrick grabs his wrist and growls softly. “She is not yours to touch.”
“Everything’s mine, baby brother,” Gabriel says. “That includes yo
