My Mate, My Killer
I added then grinned at Brandon.
“I’m sorry, brother, but as you can see, I’m so busy. I have a fucking hot and beautiful wife, my soon to be Luna,” he made sure to put emphasis on the last word, “and I can’t ruin that for her. For you.”
“You think rejecting your mate will ruin your day? I doubt it. That’s going to fucking make your wife happy, right, Hestia?” I grinned at Hestia who stood straight and looked at her husband.