Chapter 40

Lysander’s Point of View

She was a storm made flesh. Fury coursing through her veins. Flames licked up the edges of her eyes. I could see her fierce determination.

 But telling me she had two other mates where she was headed? Not a snowball’s chance in hell. It was just another way of getting rid of me for some reason. From the horrified look on her face when she realized I was her mate, I knew she would go to extreme lengths to keep me away. No one has ever had more than one mate. Much less three.

The goddess wouldn’t damn me in such a cruel way.

We walked for what felt like ages. Winded through buildings. Streets. Alleys. Until we reached the edge of the west side of town. The good side. The one my parents had refused to live in, even with all of their money. Money doesn’t bring happiness, that’s what my mother had always said.

Looking at the large houses now, with their manicured lawns