---- Damien stalked towards me, like a predator closing in on its prey. "Don't lie to me. I smell another male's scent on you. An Alpha's." "So what if you do?" A dangerous light flashed in his eyes. "Get away from me, and wash that scent off you." "You don't get to order me around." "T'm your fated mate!" "No, you're not," I said, pushing past him. "You're Seraphina's." I walked towards our apartment, Damien following close behind. But instead of arguing, he went straight to the armchair by the fireplace, sat down, and closed his eyes, I knew what he was doing. The mind-link. His expression softened, and I could feel the murmur of his thoughts through our strained bond. ---- The pup is going to be so strong, so healthy. The pup. He was already looking forward to it. I turned to go to my room. "Isla." His voice stopped me. "There's something about the ceremony I need to talk to you about."