Luka
I couldn’t pick my jaw up off the floor. Neither could Declan.
I was his mate? His mate-mate, not a bedmate? Was this a ruse to upset Declan, or was it real?
“Guards!” Caleb called. Two men came immediately. “Take this man into secure quarters under house arrest.”
“Yes, sir.” The guards obeyed, taking Declan out by the wrists.
It was a comfort to know that Caleb didn’t flinch at enforcing respectable behavior, but at the same time, it made me nervous about ever crossing him.
“Sit with me for a moment, Luka.” Caleb’s demeanor seemed different, more peaceful. I wasn’t sure if it was from telling me I was his mate or having Declan gone. Maybe both.
“Yes, alpha ki—...yes, Caleb.” Having seen him wield his authority all day, it felt strange to call him Caleb.
