"About this mating ball," I said slowly "how many have accepted the invitations?"
Bailey looked surprised "Almost everyone has. It's common knowledge that it's hosted every year and while some don't appreciate being near a Lycan King, they go to see if they can find their mate."
I felt slightly sick "So does that mean that..."
Understanding flared in Bailey's eyes, along with anger "Your previous mate" he said tightly, his jaw clenching "has not responded either way. But if he does come to the ball, he will not get within one foot of you without his hand being chopped off" he snarled, his eyes going even darker, so dark they were pitch black as his lycan came dangerously close to the surface.
"I can take care of myself," I said quietly but Bailey stepped close and took my face in his
