The look on her face was enough testament to the effect my words had on her. Just what I was expecting: her anger and rage. I wanted to know how far she could go, but the look of anger on her face told me that if she was given the chance, she would have spared my neck in two.
But whatever, I didn't care. It was better for her to know her place. And my wolf couldn't stop how excited she was feeling. She was wiggling her tail, that I was able to step up my courage in doing this.
I scoffed, and tilted my head at her,
“Maybe you don't understand the phrase. They were your mates, but that was in the past. But now, they're my mates.”
She was about to jump out of the bed, but she held herself back. I knew what she was thinking, and I could sense the deep hatred she had for me.
“I met them
