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Jessica was sitting on her mate’s lap. Her own mate lap. She could not believe it. She had travelled far and wide. She had searched for him for a long time, had given up only to see him when she was not searching for him at all. When it was a dangerous time to have someone other than yourself to be scared for. To think of protecting.

He took another deep inhale of her skin, his nose has been buried in her neck since he sat her down on his lap, and she couldn’t even squirm because of the ticklish sensation. Not if she wanted to remind him that as mates, they should be mating.

“This is a disaster.” Cole groaned as Jessica raised her head to look at the shifter king who looked tired and weak… well as weak and tired as he could look. Because he had a clean bill of health.

“What is?” Jessica asked and Cole raised his brow.

“I imagine, the last time one of the vampire council got mated to a shifter. Jessica, you definitely cannot allow that to be the case here. You shouldn’t.”

“What ha