LAYLA’S POV
“What the f**k!”
Charlotte slams the door shut, leaning against it, her hand pressed to her chest as she pants.
I step back, giving her room because sometimes when I’m overwhelmed, the last thing I want is someone hovering around me.
And honestly? I’m in shock too.
What were the odds that Rio would be her mate? Not only that, but they somehow found each other right here in the living room, in front of everyone.
It’s so ridiculous that if someone told me this story yesterday, I probably would’ve laughed in their face.
I don’t even realize Wendy is in the bathroom until she walks out and pauses immediately she sees Charlotte.
Her gaze bounces between the two of us before she draws closer, frowning. “What’s wrong with her?”
I grab her arm, lowering my voice. “Rio is her
