"War may be your life, General, but it is no longer my mate's. I am more than happy to fight you, Clayton Craft, name the time and place. But if you ever interfere with my training again, I will do more than slap you." I threatened. I turned to gather my duffel bag. Just as I was about to step out the door, he spoke again. "You're wrong. War has been Prince Joan's destiny ever since he was born, and not even you can change that." He hissed. Why wouldn't this asshole just give up?
"If Jon wants to go to war, I'm not going to stop him. But do not ever begrudge him of finding happiness with a mate." I coldly said. I exited the gym, the door slamming behind me. What the f**k?
I took a deep breath, and suddenly, I began to shake and tears welled up in my eyes. I clutched my arm and ran my fin
