Their Untouchable Little Mate
He cleared his throat, muttered a few words, then froze when the flames jumped higher.
“Keep going,” Liam said, his tone sharp.
The priest hesitated. “Alpha…”
Alpha. That name made me look up. Liam, the oldest of the three brothers. Ronan, the middle one. Cade, the youngest.
“Do it,” Liam ordered.
The old man flinched and began reading again, faster this time. His voice trembled. I didn’t understand the language, but each word seemed to press down on the room, heavy and strange.
Then my wrist began to sting.