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She leaned forward, her green eyes twinkling. “So Lucian Wolfborn is your mate. Congrats. I don't know him personally, but he's well-respected among our people—and considered quite a catch, if you know what I mean.” She nudged me with her elbow, jerking her head toward three women who were whispering among themselves while watching Lucian.
He must have been oblivious to the attention, though, because when I looked at him again, he only seemed to have eyes for me. My cheeks grew warm as I blushed, and our bond crackled like a whip.
“So I see. Well, that’s too bad for them,” I said, my chest puffing with pride. Because he was mine.
And I wasn’t surprised that Lucian was so well-known. People thought highly of him because he’d earned their respect. He was a good man, humble and caring—something I was gradually learning for myself.
Suddenly, I was abruptly struck by a heady scent that forced me back on my heels. I searched for Lucian in the crowd, but I knew it wasn't him. This smell was different. Lucian’s scent was earthy, rich, and reminded me of leather. But this scent was aromatic, like burnt cherrywood. It tugged at me, and I frowned as I held onto the railing.
“Natalie?” Elinor placed a hand on my shoulder. “Are you okay? You look pale.”
“I-I don’t know.” I began looking around, trying to find the source of the pull. “I smell—someone.”
My wolf was as confused as I was, wanting to howl with excitement because the pull I was now feeling was the same pull I’d felt at the temple when I’d first scented Lucian.
No, it can’t be.
I turned to Elinor, panic settling in my veins. "I have to go, Elinor. I have to go right now.”
“It’s you.”
I went utterly still when I heard the man’s voice behind me. Based on the way Elinor reacted—she was as shocked as I was, her eyes glued to whoever was standing behind me—I knew my night had just crashed and burned.
I was enveloped in his scent, and despite telling my body not to turn around, I couldn’t resist.
Big mistake.
My head fell back as I stared into green eyes that glowed like a jade gemstone. I stared up at the god in front of me, for there was no mistaking that he was one. Like the others, he was almost seven feet tall.
His brown hair was tapered, with the sides coming to his ears, with the top longer. His bright eyes were hooded under thick brows and his picturesque jawline clenched before he smiled, revealing a dimple on his left cheek.
My hold on the railing tightened.
I didn’t know there was a god who was a werewolf other than the Goddess. But this man didn’t quite smell like a wolf. His scent reminded me of Rehema’s—a strange mix of human blood and a goddess’s. So could this man be a hybrid too?
He took a step forward. “What took you so long?” he asked with relief, adoration, and excitement filling his expression. I closed my eyes, trying to control the way my body reacted to his voice, even as my heart thudded with delight.
There was no mistaking it. He was my mate.
I held my head as tears began to sting the back of my eyes. This simply couldn’t be happening. Not now. Two mates. I had two mates!
I took a deep breath, and said, “I’m sorry. You must have mistaken me for someone else.”
He sighed. “You’re . . .” I looked up at him, seeing his eyes caress my face, his smile wolfish and alluring. “I’m Rumir, son of the Werewolf Goddess. And you, my beauty, you’re my mate. There’s no mistaking it.”
A loud, threatening growl rumbled around us, and I closed my eyes again when Lucian stepped in front of me, his claws descending. A fight was about to start, and I couldn’t do a damn thing to stop it.
“You heard her." Lucian's voice was low, but it sent chills down my spine, and everyone around us took several steps back. "She already has a mate, and it's not you."
Rumir’s expression morphed from pleasant to deadly. He looked murderous, and Elinor pulled me back as his vest and shirt disintegrated from his body. People began to scatter, and my mouth went slack when I saw Rumir reach behind him, his muscles shifting under his skin as he pulled a sword from his back, his skin healing as he plucked the object from beneath it.
However, that wasn’t the most shocking thing. I soon discovered the reason he didn’t smell like a wolf.
Green scales with a highlight of gold began to appear on his arm holding the sword. The whites of his eyes changed to black while his pupils remained bright green. When he turned to look at me, my heart skipped a beat.
What the hell? This man isn’t a werewolf at all.
