Seeing he had no intention of handing her over, Mi Yin's expression darkened and his voice turned cold. "I am Jin'er's mate. Give her to me. Don't force my hand."
If the other male hadn't also been a King Beast—and one whose power and aura felt far more profound and potent than his own, who had been a King for less than a year—Mi Yin would have already resorted to his usual methods. True to his nature of acting first and talking later, he would have started throwing punches to snatch her back long ago.
"...You're her mate?" Ze Sheng slowly mulled over the words. His gaze fell upon the Snake Beast before him as he asked with an unreadable expression.
"Do you see this?" Mi Yin took one of An Jin's hands and placed it over his own heart, a triumphant smirk gracing his lips. "Not just her mate, but her first mate."
