Once we were inside his room, he slammed the door shut loudly and let out a low, frustrated growl. I was a little scared to go close to him in this mood, so I stood with my back to the door and just watched him pace the room until his anger started to deflate.

　　“You had a mate before me?” He asked with irritation. How convenient of him to act like I committed a crime when his father just listed his women and told me how unbefitting I was to be his son’s mate to my face.

　　“Yes,” I swallowed as I remembered Jordan for the nth time today and...