Shyla’s P.O.V.

A bullet of panic rose in my chest as that hypnotic voice resounded in my head, cutting off my link with Maddox.

“Come to me, Mi Amor. I am waiting for you!”

What the actual fuck!

I was in the middle of claiming my fated mate and someone took it as the best moment to make its appearance. Couldn’t it wait for a while?

Focusing all my energy on mate-bond, I tried to run towards Maddox as his panicked growls twisted my guts. But that persuasive caller howled again, and revealed his identity, welling up a sickening wave of terror from my belly. It occurred to me.

“A...