"We cannot do that to her," he uttered, his voice heavy with resignation. "She might not even be destined to be ours."
As much as he liked to blame the wolf for his obsession, deep down he knew the truth. It wasn't just Stand who was captivated by Belle. He himself had been completely wrapped around her finger since that very first conversation in his father's office years ago.
"No shit, Sherlock," Standsnarled in reply. "We both belonged to her the moment we laid eyes on her, just as she belongs to us now. I am telling you, Belle is ours!"
The wolf spoke with absolute certainty, convinced beyond doubt that she was their fated mate, despite the fact that she hadn't even turned eighteen yet.
"I am one hundred percent certain," Stand insisted, pushing his agenda to claim her without her knowledge or consent.
"NO!" Drake roared mentally. "That is final!" He needed to shut this down immediately before the idea took root any further.
