Eira's POV
Now that everything was calm and the event was about to be concluded with the guests heading for the meal, someone came to us.
"Feeling fortunate, Alpha Kael?"
I recognised the person in one glance.
Kaizan Blackmoor, the bastard who wanted that bitch Sophia.
"Never must have thought your mate is from the royal bloodline," he commented again looking at Kael and other four, his lips curved into smirk.
"I understand if you are jealous," Lucian said, "After all what you get is that filthy hybrid bitch."
Unbothered by Lucian's remark, Kaizan scoffed wickedly. "Well, indeed a bitch," and turned to look at me, "I must thank you for how desirably perfect you turned her into or that bitch would have cheated her way out from being my perfect pet."
My brows furrowed. What does this bastard mean?
"Shawn," he looked over his shoulder to a man standing behind him. Maybe his mate brother.
