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“I’entler “I’m just really tired, and I need to speak to Haydn”

Instead of looking pacified, his mother seeainst Haydn, but do you realize how much time you spend with him when you’re home? We barely see you!”

“He’s“Of course I spend a lot of time with him”

His e”

Royce’s eyes narrowed This time, he allowed his scent to thicken and fill the air between thee is very real I meant what I told Aksel: Haydn is my husband, and I expect you to treat him like you treat me”

Bewilderment flashed across her face “But… but you’re not mates, Royce”

Sory filled his chest His hand clenched “Just because he’s an alpha and doesn’t have the necessary hor mark to take, it doesn’t make him any less mine Make no mistake, Mother: he’s mine And I will not allow any of you to treat him like an outsider Is that clear?”

She stared at hi slowly

Royce strode away, his nerves still frayed from the encounter Part of him was surprised and disturbed by the force of his reaction, but ry

You’re not mates, Royce

So way,his mark, his brand, all over him

Haydn was his Except he wasn’t, and that was the issue, wasn’t it? As long as Haydn didn’t wear his bite on him permanently, the alpha in him would never be satisfied, no matter how impossible it was for the bite to take Haydn was an alpha Royce’s bite would never take; he knew it rationally But knowing so it He wanted to mark Haydn up He wanted Haydn to smell like his

Because he was his, dammit