As the adjudicator continued his interrogation, his frustration became more and more palpable. Every time I gave an answer that didn’t align with his expectations, his brow furrowed deeper, and his pen scratched angrily across the page. His harsh gaze bore into me, making me feel as though I was under a spotlight, with no room for error.
“Are you aware of Lucian’s claim that he is your true mate?” The adjudicator’s eyes pierced mine with an intensity that made my skin crawl. “How do you feel about this?”
I took a steadying breath, trying to maintain my composure. “Yes, I’m aware,” I replied carefully. “Lucian believes he’s my mate, but I know Ryder is. Lucian’s claim is confusing, but it’s clear to me who my mate is.”
“Have you had any significant or strange interactions with Lucian tha
