Brian’s P.O.V.

“Brian, this your mate, Leticia.”I heard my father say.

“Leticia?!”I cried out in shock. She had been accompanied me at a very young age. My dad sent her to me as a servant who could take care of my daily life. She cooked for me. She had a clear understanding of my favorite dishes. She helped me dress my wounds after training. We almost spent every day together. To be frank she was more than a servant for me. She had already become my friend. But that’s all. We were just friends. I had never thought of claiming her as my mate.

“Uh, hi Brian,” Leticia said to...