To say that he was furious was an understatement. Mates were a big thing and you were his mate. Not anyone else's. His footsteps had an echo throughout the hall, and when he busted open the doors and the room fell into soft quiet murmurs.

He saw you sat next to your so called 'mate' when it was supposed to be him next to you, not some other fae who had absolutely no dignity or right to covet someone as desirable as you.

His eyes locked onto yours, his hazel eyes intertwining with yours. "Sorry for interrupting but, I'm looking for my mate." He wasn't sorry. He just wanted you back no matter what it took, even if it took everything.