The Alpha's Rejected Mate Returns for Revenge
"Tell me what you need. Not the crown. You."
"You," I say. "Here. Not the Alpha. My husband. My mate, on my terms, which tonight are these: you stay. You put the war outside that door and you come to bed with your wife and you remind both of us that this bond is ours and nobody's ledger has an entry for it."
His eyes darken, amber going deep, and the bond wakes along my skin like heat moving through shallow water. "Those terms I accept," he says, "with my whole heart and no negotiation."