Mated to Four
Thank God Zion steps in again, smoothing out the tension like it’s nothing.
“Sorry if I came off rude earlier, Hayden,” Mom says with a thin smile. “I just want Phoebe to take things seriously… especially since she doesn’t even have a mate yet.”
Mate. The word drops into my stomach like a stone. If this is her reaction over something this small, what happens when she finds out the truth? That I have four mates.
**
We said our goodbyes not long after. Zion handled everything—Finley left with Adonis on his bike, while Hayden and I rode back with Zion. Honestly, I just wanted to vanish, but of course, that’s not an option.