Blair POV
Braedon was in a foul mood all night and wasn't in much better as we got up in the morning. I felt a sense of resignation and rage emanating from him. "Was her mate a fated one?" I asked him as we walked downstairs and he shook his head, glancing at me wryly.
"No, he was chosen, but I'll lay bets they didn't mark each other."
So pretty much a boyfriend then. That didn't seem so bad to me but Braedon was fuming. We sat down at the dining table and ate our breakfast in silence.
Braedon motioned for me and James to follow him to the study. We settled down in our seats when there was a tentative knock on the door. "Enter," Braedon said tiredly.
Julia opened the door, a woman beside her. I looked at the woman with curiosity. She did not resemble Braedon all that much. Perhaps
