“What people?” Henry frowned.
Kaius sighed, leaning forward on the desk. “Look, Henry, everyone in the pack knows Livia is your fated mate. It’s not exactly a secret. And do you think the other girls aren’t gossiping about the fact that she’s been living with you for over a month and still isn’t carrying your mark? They’re wolves, Henry. They talk. And you know what they’re probably saying? That there’s something wrong with her, or worse, with you.”
Henry’s jaw tightened, his fists clenching. The thought of anyone speaking ill of Livia made his blood boil. “Livia doesn’t care what people think,” he said firmly. “And neither do I.”
Kaius raised an eyebrow. “That’s great and all, but do you know for sure how Livia feels about this? Have you asked her?”
Henry hesitated, the question catch
