Forty-Two: Lana

Lana's P.O.V.

Charlotte was quick to guide us away from her, Oliver's mate. I may have been new to his world, but I knew that animals mated. Hell, for the past few weeks, I had been 'mating' with him every chance I could.

To think that he could have been here yesterday, fucking that model-worthy woman and then coming home to me and acting like nothing happened... I felt bile move up my throat as the thought reached me. Haf he been inside both of us yesterday?

I felt dirty, but more than that, I felt betrayed. I tried to listen to Oliver when he asked me not to assume anything and to wait for him to explain, but it was hard.

Why would a woman wrap herself around a man like that unless they were intimate? The fact that she claimed she was his mate, made it all the worse in my head. What was the difference between mating with someone and being their mate?

I had felt like I was invading their privacy just by witnessing their intimate greeting. Maddie didn't seem to notice or mind, but