Vlad's question, which appeared casual, sent a wave of shock through the crowd and some elders and Alphas swayed, wishing they weren't here to witness this horror.
"Y– your chosen mate?" Alpha Logan's eyes widened in alarm.
Of course, he already expected this would happen, but never expected it would happen so soon. He thought he could buy himself more time to think of a way to snatch Evelyn's beast.
Evelyn's brows furrowed. She wanted to deny the claim, but she couldn't speak. She tried to wiggle free from him, but he held her firmly.
Perhaps, he mistook her for someone else, she thought and gently shook her head, indicating she wasn't his mate, but Vlad ignored her and wiped the blood that was trailing down the cut on her swollen lips.
Markkus saw it all. He saw the subtle affection. However, hearing Vlad calling her his chosen mate, something snapped inside of him.
