Selene’s POV
Luna is flat in her back, tongue lolling out of her mouth as she exposes her belly to Bastien, but I notch my chin up defiantly. “I don’t belong to anyone.”
Bastien cuts his eyes to me with a cocky grin, as if he knows exactly how severely Luna and I are currently disagreeing. “We’re mates.” I snarl at the word and he chuckles indulgently, heat traveling from the tips of his fingers straight to my core, “I belong to you, and you belong to me.”
“You had the chance to claim me as your mate Bastien, you had a thousand chances and you never took one.” I’m not even going to bother arguing his logic. “It’s too late to change your mind now.”
“I’m not changing anything, little wolf.” Hunger sparks in his silver eyes as he watches me pace. “I couldn’t claim you in good conscience
