THIRTY-TWO: WHAT I HAVE TO DO.

“We want to know everything, so start talking.”

I frowned as I took in their serious expressions.

How dare they think they can order me around like that?

They think they have some sort of significance over my life? I'll allow them, so they can go running after their ex lover every single chance they get?

I crossed my hands over my chest.

“If there's a secret…what makes you think that I'll want to share them with you?” I retorted, and Dean blinked, surprised.

“Hannah, we are supposed to know?”

“Supposed to? On what grounds?”

“On the grounds that we are your mates!!”

I chuckled, shaking my head, “That doesn't give you any sort of entitlement over me sir! I'm your mate, yen yen yen…but you don't think about that when you decide to always choose Isabella over me. What sort of importance does the word hold if I'm just a second option to you?”

“Are we back to Isabella again? Come on, Hannah, don't be ridiculous. She has nothing to do with this, and you know it.” Damian snapped.

“Actually,