Oh shit.
Angela looked away from him, her heart racing. Everything had been fine just moments ago. What changed so quickly that made him suddenly think she was his mate? Her mind was blank. She didn't even know how to begin. How did he find out?
"I... I don't know how to tell you," she muttered, eyes fixed on the floor. He had caught her, and now she was stuck. She felt small, stupid, and exposed.
"You can't be my mate, right?" Taros asked, his voice calm but firm. He was watching her closely. She didn't dare look up. Her chest rose and fell fast, and she was scared that if she opened her mouth again, her heart might jump out with her words.
Now that he knew she had been hiding something, he was going to tell the others, right?
The men had already gone, and Taros stepped out of their hiding place. He turned to her, his eyes filled with disbelief. "For how long have you been lying to me? Why didn't you tell me the truth?"
