My brother-in-law is my mate
"Yeah, buddy. You’ll be seeing more of me."
Then I saw the slight panic across his mother's face and chuckled. Married or not, she was my mate.
Mates were meant to be together; nothing—especially not her evil husband would change that.
Left alone with her, the silence thickened. She sat rigidly, biting her lip like a nervous energy cracker.
My gaze drank her in, every inch of her body, every curve that once belonged to me. Desire surged through my veins, and the mate bond pulled us into a silent battle of wills. Our eyes locked, neither one of us willing to back down.
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