Don't Regret It

[Mykel’s POV]

My eyes scanned the room, taking in the merriment that was taking place. Dammit, it was pretty fucking annoying. Especially, the woman with the wild white hair and glowing red eyes that laughed much too loudly with Pam while downing the strongest drink Horris had to offer.

"Jealous?"

Flinching, I snapped my gaze away from Amya and fixed it on gramps as he took a seat in front of me.

"What are you doing out of your hole, old man?" I asked, letting out a long breath.

"Am I not allowed to join all of you every once in a while?"

"Sure, you’re allowed." I huffed, taking another glance at Amya. "But I feel that you simply came to irritate me. Did you come to laugh at me?"

I was sure that he already sensed the energy of the room and knew that something was definitely happening between Amya and I. After previously announcing that the two of us were mates, I knew that my being alone while my fucking mate hung all over someone else, a woman no less, didn’t look too good.

"Seems yo