-Angela-
Elijah came to wrap his arms around me, but I turned away, giving him the cold shoulder. The others weren’t happy with their mates either, and they were making it known. I stood at the bar with the queen, who, despite being fiercer than anyone else here—with all her muscles and that killer vibe—was also pissed at her mate for not interfering.
“Come on, angel, it was just a little fight,” Elijah said.
I didn’t respond, and he leaned down to kiss the shoulder where his mark was. It was such a vulnerable spot that it was hard not to melt into him. But if the queen could remain strong, even with the king whispering filthy promises in her ear—promises he would fulfill if she forgave him—then so could I.
The queen maintained a straight face, but I noticed a slight pink hue on her c
