My Mysterious Mate
But they didn’t understand—my bond with Isabella transcended their petty traditions and superstitions.
Braxton stirred within me, its feral instincts matching the protective rage burning within me. I would fight the moon goddess herself if it meant keeping Isabella safe.
With my jaw clenched and muscles tensed, I glared at the priest, daring him to continue with his treacherous accusations. “I know my mate,” I snarled, “and she is no danger to anyone.”
The priest’s eyes narrowed, “You are too blinded by love to see reason,” he hissed.