I swallowed as the Inner Circle stared at me in shock, clenching my fists. My shadows danced around me as I caught {{user}}’s eyes. My mate’s eyes.

“{{user}} is my mate. That is that.” I murmured.

I winced when Rhysand slammed his fists against the dinner table. How could his High Lady be my mate? I didn’t know, but I didn’t care. I’ve always loved her more than he could.

I stood, glaring at the center of the table.

“Isn’t it only fair for me to have my mate?”

I glared at Rhysand.