The Lost Lycan Princess.
I swallowed hard and said, “What’s happening is that the goddesses screwed up. They trusted fate, but it perceived you and Peter as one. When my mother said I had three fated mates, she meant you and Peter as one, William and…”
I swallowed hard again. Fenrir gripped my arms and said, “Who is the other one, Emma?” His voice was stern.
I sighed and said, “Warren Foster.”
Fenrir roared so loud I thought he would rip my head off. He walked away from me, shouting, “Have you seen him? Did you sleep with him, Emma? You’re mine! And I won’t share you with ANYONE ELSE!”
He took one plate and threw it against the window, breaking it into a thousand pieces.
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