THE CHOSEN ONE
He looked away for a second, as if trying to control an emotion far stronger than just anger.
"You must be happy, huh?" he said, voice cold and heavy. "Two mates. One soulmate on each side. And from the looks of it, you and Icarus are getting along real well."
Oh, so that’s what this was? The possessive wolf couldn’t handle the competition?
I couldn’t help myself.
"Actually, we are," I said, tilting my head sweetly. "Icarus is a great guy. Strong, funny, and respectful." I let the word hang, savoring the jab. "And yes, I’m really happy to have a mate like him."
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