“A throuple, Lia.” I blink. Wait, he still truly believed I was his mate? He isn’t angry with me; he isn’t persecuting me. He is trying to get me to agree with him. “A pyramid is the strongest shape. We are both alphas, but Vaela is not.” He gestures to her. “She was made for us, Ophelia. Look at her eyes. She is a third to our soul.” She smiles at me. Completely unknowing that for fourteen years I have made Xade believe I am his mate. Taking him and preventing him from finding her.
He really thinks he gets two mates
