My Runaway Fiancé's Brother Became My Fated Mate

My fiancé Ronan ran away from our wedding two years ago.

For those two years, he'd been accompanying his adopted sister Tia on hunting trips in Africa.

When I went to pick someone up at the airport, I ran into him by chance.

I was wearing sunglasses, but he spotted me in the crowd immediately.

"Layla, I came back to marry you."

I hesitated. "You are..."

He smiled helplessly.

"Come on, don't be mad at me. I didn't mean to run away for so long. After Tia finished hunting one group of animals, she wanted to hunt another group. She's my only sister—I had to indulge her."