Zarion’s POV

“You are not my mate.” I growled so loud that Cassidy gasped and blinked. “Stand up, bitch,” my voice was low and commanding. “Stand the fuck up!”

But Hestia remained on her knees in front of me, pleading, and repeatedly uttering the word 'mate.' The duel between her and Cassidy had ceased, and the spectators were now murmuring in confusion, unsure of what was happening.

“Please...just accept me. The Moon Goddess’ gift is holy. No one can stop that!” Hestia implored. At that moment, she seemed like an entirely different person—begging, whimpering. It was evident that she believed this was a sign of being mated with someone and...