Marked by My Fiancé's Brother
“We’re newly mated, so my Luna still forgets she’s a Devereux now. No longer an Abraham.”
Maya stiffens as I tighten my grip on her waist and smile at Leuter, whose jaw has gone slack.
“My apologies, Alpha Harvey. I didn’t realize you were mated — you didn’t even invite me to the ceremony,” he says, his eyes darting around uncomfortably.
“We only recently discovered our fated bond, and we couldn’t wait to seal it. The ceremony was rather rushed,” I say casually.
“I see,” Leuter mumbles.
“Now, if you’ll excuse us — I’d like a moment alone with my Luna.”