The sharp, deliberate clearing of a throat shattered my rant. My gaze snapped back to Jonas, who had stepped slightly between Sandro and me, his expression cool and collected."I apologize for interrupting your dramatic lecture, Klein, but allow me to clear a few things up for you," Jonas spoke in a calm, measured tone. "I completely understand that you are deeply worried about your friend's safety—""And who the fuck said I was worried about this idiot?!" I barked viciously, my breathing growing fast and erratic as my blood boiled.A low, rich laugh suddenly echoed from the other side of the room as Jonathan shook his head in pure amusement."Alright, let's lay out the facts," Jonathan chimed in, his tone turning crisp and authoritative. "Sandro is our destined mate. On the night of that auction, the moment we laid eyes on him, we recognized his soul as ours, which is the sole reason we placed the highest bid to bring him home. But whether your paranoid mind chooses to believe it o
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