Destined mate
Now he understood the name.
“Your name suits you,” Sloth added.
“Well… thank you,” Silver said awkwardly before turning away.
Sloth hesitated. Tell him—or stay silent?
He remembered Luxian’s words.
“Well, fuck me,” he muttered.
For the first time, Sloth dropped his mask and released his scent.
Silver froze.
Slowly, he turned back and walked toward Sloth, stopping inches away.
“You…” Silver whispered. “You’re my mate.”
“I—”
“You’re my mate, and you knew,” Silver said, his voice breaking. “Since yesterday.”