15
Gabriela
“As they say on Earth, I’m not messing around,” I told Wulf, who stood beside me in the transport room. We were looking at the transport pad, waiting for the mating cuffs I had discovered my mate ordered from Atlan the day I arrived.
The day I arrived. All my worry about not being his chosen mate, about the darn mating cuffs could have been avoided if he’d just told me.
His hand was poised above the touch screen, and he looked down at me. “I don’t think you want to create messes around other males. Jorik will not be pleased if you wish to spend time with other males.”
He looked so serious I had to laugh.
“What?” he wondered, frowning.
“Jorik is the only male I want. And Jori is more than messy enough for me.”
His broad shoulders relaxed. We’d been through enough already
