The Alpha Prince's Fierce Bride
Lily wasn’t furious at the scent of sex—she was furious because it was her fated mate’s scent on another woman.
What struck Maya most was Lily’s restraint. A typical possessive shifter would have pounced by now, claws out, screaming that her mate was hers. But this cat? She sat gracefully on the sofa, cool and composed.
“Hi, Darius,” Amber said. “Didn’t expect to find you here.”
“Amber. Lily,” he greeted with a nod. “Maya’s an old friend.”
“We can see that,” Lily replied coldly.
Maya, unbothered, tugged her slipping robe back onto her shoulder and got straight to business. “Ladies, how can I help you?”
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