Mirian's spine tingled with a cold dread as Ryder's words made her heart sink. "B– but he's not my mate," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.
Ryder's gaze locked onto the feather and bone tangled in her hair. "Yet, you accepted his proposal," he pointed out, his tone laced with a hint of amusement. "You accepted to be his chosen mate."
Mirian's face burned with a mix of indignation and embarrassment. "My wolf didn't stir or react like when we first found our mate."
Ryder's brow arched, his expression a mask of amusement, unwilling to reveal more, savoring the mystery.
In their past life, Detroit and Marcus had been her adopted brothers, they loved and pampered her to a fault. Had her mate not showed up, perhaps, she would have ended up mating one of them.
And now, the moon goddess had once again played their dates like a game of chess, moving the pieces of their lives like pawns on a chessboard.
