Guarding Her Mate

Kastor

Why couldn’t my mother just listen and leave it alone? Why couldn’t she just stop? Why did she force my hand? I don’t know the answers to those questions, but I will tomorrow.

“Less than eight fucking hours,” I murmur against Maeve’s neck. Torin was ready to tear Hera, my mother’s wolf, to shreds for her insubordination and insolence. Of course, he was already out for blood because Sienna t