NYQXEE’S POV
His words hang in the air like static. “So… you have feelings for me.”
I glance at him, heart skipping. “Wasn’t it obvious?” he replies with an air of confidence, as though this revelation should’ve been expected.
I fumble for something to say, struggling to find footing in this whirlwind. My voice, steady despite the turmoil in my chest, says, “I already have a mate.”
His gaze sharpens. “Which one?”
The question catches me completely off guard, but I don’t let it show. What does he mean? Does he know about Glaive? The thought flickers, but I bury it. Instead, I raise my chin and say with unwavering certainty, “The Lycan King. Quennor Bloodreign.”
He laughs, but there’s no humor in it. “From what I’ve heard, that man is set to marry Natasha. So what does that make you? H
