No One Touches My Mate

Xynathius's POV

My answer seemed to have touched a nerve. A murmur went around them as Thadieus sheepishly smiled and bit his lower lip to refrain from laughing out loud. Borgia had a grim look on his face and he was far from being amused.

"It doesn't remain a private affair when your mate's name was all over the media, a man claiming her as his girlfriend and hurling accusations. You thought we wouldn't know just because you did damage control. It was too late," his condescending tone did nothing but fuel my anger.

"She is my mate and I have it handled. No need for the council to get involved," I tried to answer as calmly as possible. But I was shaking inside.

"She broke laws, put our existence, put all of supernatural existence in jeopardy by hiding among humans and letting that boy issue such a statement. She needs to be penalised. Fifty silver lashes will do," the cynical old man who enjoyed inflicting physical pain for he was twisted in his ways sneered, challenging me with hi