“This is my future wife and mate, Vasilisa Rhys.”
I nearly slapped him right there and then, but before I could do so, the Wicked Wolf places a possessive hand on my shoulder and guides me away from the royal attendants and guards that we had just passed by. With a repressed growl, I swatted his hand away from me as we turned a corner. “I am not your future wife nor am I your mate. Do not announce it like I am—“
He doesn’t let me finish. “I am simply showing them that I will protect you, keep you and cherish you as my mate and no one else.”
“But I’m not.” I argued, keeping a straight face.
“Yet,” The Wicked Wolf not so patiently remarks.
I stare after him as he walks away, rage boiling in my blood, but I refuse to show it on my face. I refuse to give him that satisfaction. He has alr
