Lauchlan
Beta Rich didn’t hesitate, and he wasn’t gentle about yanking Lauchlan’s collar aside to see the scar from where he’d been claimed by another.
“Oh, so this wasn’t from your Goddess Gifted then… and now that it’s over, you what? Want to try and claim another she-wolf… someone you perhaps found desirable once? Is she pretty, this missing warrior, or an ex maybe that you tossed aside willingly for what?... If this Ryder is, as you state you Goddess-Gifted; A Chosen Mate?” Rich demanded.
This was not going at all how he had thought it would inside his mind. “Yes, I took a chosen mate,” Lauchlan admitted. “I waited for Ryder only to be told she’d died by our matchmaker, two years after I got home from war. A Chosen was the next option,” he told them, and Beta Rich finally let him go
