Lucas’s POV
“My mate… Are you saying that you knew Harper was my mate, and you kept it to yourself?”
The rage that fills me is hot and heavy, and it takes everything in me to stop from killing him right where he lays.
Logan looks me right in the eyes and nods. My claws grow out of my fingertips, digging into my palms as I squeeze my fists tightly.
“Harper is my mate.”
Logan nods again, and suddenly, everything makes sense. The pull toward her, the way I never wanted to be with Sierra when Harper was around, my worry for her, the way I sensed she was hurt that night; it all pointed toward her being my mate, and I didn’t see it.
“So, you wanted to, what? Make me jealous enough to where I would leave Sierra?” I ask, holding back my anger. “Don’t you realize that telling the truth w
