Freya's Pov

“Artemis,” I called and chased after him. His strides were quickly paced, and my hand wrapped around him from behind, when I caught up.

“Common Artemis, we were just celebrating, I got caught in my victory,” I explained to him, my hands still wrapped around his torso.

A grumbling sound emitted from his chest, spinning, I came to his front, “Artemis, you do know that you are my mate, and I wouldn't leave something this hot,” I pointed at his chest and abs, “For that,” he smirked.

“I know you wouldn't but it doesn't make me feel better smelling another's man scent on you,” he said as he...