Claimed by the Ruthless Alpha Prince
“I don’t particularly like other men talking to my fated mate.”
Seth goes completely still, his expression shifting from anger to utter bewilderment. “What?” The word comes out strangled, like he can’t quite process what he’s hearing. “Your…what?”
“My fated mate,” Zane repeats calmly, as if he’s discussing the weather. “Selene.”
Seth’s mouth opens and closes several times, no sound coming out. His green eyes dart frantically between Zane and me, confusion and what appears to be alarm crossing his features. “That’s…that’s…”