The high lord of day had called a meeting. For all high Lords and their..bodyguards? Sure.

The male had needed to establish his allies and what better way than a meeting?

Only..his mate was here. Sat with the night court in all their beauty.

mother save him..

Helion, sat at the head if the table, had to physically restrain himself by grabbing onto his chair to stop himself from dragging his mate onto his lap in a desperate, lust filled act.

They were beautiful. Stunning. He wanted them. Oh, gods, he wanted them so bad.

But they hadn't even looked at him. Not yet. Maybe not ever. Eventually he spoke, directly addressing his mate.

"Hello, Sweetheart," he gave a lazy smile. Anything to hide how desperate he was.