My Mate: No Regret, No Return
Richard said, his voice a low growl.
Logan stepped forward, reaching out to grab my hand, pulling me toward him.
But Richard swiftly turned, pulling me out of his grasp with ease, then released me.
Logan’s hands trembled as he quickly stepped in front of me, blocking my view.
"Rae, don't be afraid, I'm here." His voice was strained as he tried to calm his nerves.
"Rae is my intended mate," Logan continued, his tone laced with urgency. "Richard, shouldn't you explain yourself? Why are you holding my mate this way?"