“Shut your mouth,” I snap, turning to her with a glare that could melt silver. “You don’t walk into my house and insult my mate.”
That shuts her up–at least for a second.
But Kali? She’s still trying to tear through me to get to her, her fingers still tangled in Celestia’s hair.
“Kali, let go!” I growl, holding Celestia tighter as she tries to lunge again. “You’re going to rip her damn head off!”
“That’s the plan!” She snarls, chest heaving with fury.
I sigh and start prying her fingers loose, one strand at a time. The second I do, Kali stumbles back, breathing hard, her eyes never leaving Celestia.
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No Her how much the lights it.
No matter how loud she screams.
She’s already mine.
Celestia creach yanks me out of my thoughts.
“I tell my father about this, Jack!” Her voice is sharp enough to pierce glass. “Let’s see if your precious little mate can handle the consequences when she’s punished
Before 1 can open my damn mouth, Kali steps forward with a scoff, eyes gleaming with fire.
“Who the fuck is your father? The Alpha King?” she laughs dryly, crossing her arms and tilting her head. “Please.”
But then she sees my face.
Deadpan. Silent.
And her laugh cuts short.
Her brows furrow as she stares at me, and I see it–just for a flicker—the first crack in that fearless mask she always wears. A sliver of fear.
She quickly looks away, masking it with an eye roll and clenched jaw.
But i saw it.
And it makes me grin.
“Well, that was fun,” I say coolly, turning to Celestia. “Apologies for her behavior, Lady Celestia. But truthfully, it’s not her fault.”
She looks smug for a second. Too soon.
“It’s yours,” I continue, stepping closer to her. “You came here uninvited. Interrupted my day. Insulted my mate. So don’t play victim. You reap what you sow, princess. Stop acting like a spoilt brat.”
Her mouth drops open in sheer disbelief, like no one’s ever dared to speak to her like that before.
“Are you taking her side?” she spits, glaring daggers at Kali.
Traise a brow. “I’m stating facts. Don’t twist them.”
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