Ivy Continued
“If she doesn’t take her hand off our mate, I can do it for her,” Nyx is practically salivating at the thought, and I am almost tempted to let her do it.
“You are threatening to tear body parts from multiple people today. Should I be worried?” I asked my wolf.
“Well, if others learned to keep their hands to themselves, then my threats of removal would not be necessary now, would they?” Her lips pull back into a snarl, revealing rows of sharp teeth.
“Touche.”
The blonde just stares at me; her expression is smug and completely unbothered, as if she already thinks she has won. “I don’t care what mark you bear,” she says, her voice syrupy. “You’re not his mate. You’re nothing more than a mistake.”
Ronan’s mother steps forward again, her eyes, which look very close to Rona
