Romaldo
"How the hell can he be mated to her too?!" Romaldo thundered, glaring at his brother.
He'd always thought the worst Maxith could ever do to him was take his life.
He'd been wrong. Because now, the bastard was threatening to take something far worse, the one thing Romaldo wanted more than even his own life.
He wanted to snarl, to bare his teeth and tear Maxith apart, but underneath the fury, a cold, twisting fear sat like a stone in his gut.
Irabel had said, Maxith was hers.
What if she was really his mate?
His fists shook, not from rage alone, but from the helplessness clawing at his chest.
The manipulative prick had already got two mates in his lifetime.
Besides, they'd never shared a mate before.
Never.
It was unheard of even for twins. Identical or not.
So wha
