Raphael’s hand tightens as he grabbed my hands.
“Absolutely not.”. “I don’t f*****g share my mate.”
He steps in front of me, putting himself between me and Caleb.
“She’s mine,” Raphael growls. “The bond doesn’t bend. It doesn’t split. You had your time. You had her body, her moans, her cunt clenching around you while she begged for more. That’s over. She wears my mark now. She drips for me now. You don’t get to crawl back in and take half.”
Caleb doesn’t back down. He steps closer instead, chest to chest with Raphael.
“You think a cosmic tug-of-war erases everything?” Caleb snarls. “You think because fate slapped a label on her she stops being the girl who used to ride my c**k until we both couldn’t breathe? She still smells like me under your scent. She still trembles when I talk
