Angelica POV
I stand and start toward the door. A man I've never seen before steps into the ballroom. He is tall with wavy blonde hair. He is muscular but not overly. He is very handsome. When he smiles at me, I can feel butterflies flitting around in my belly. Is this what the mate bond feels like? "Mate" he says. Layla stays quiet, and I know something isn't right. "Layla, is he our mate?" "I'm sorry Angel. I feel the pull for him, but something isn't right."
"It's alright, Layla. We will figure it out." I take a step toward him and his smile gets bigger. "Mate" I say and Layla growls. "Why are you claiming him when we aren't sure he is ours" she asks, her voice laced with anger. "We need to figure out what his game is and how he created this fake feeling between us." She recedes in m
