When My Alpha Chose Her, I Rejected the Mating Bond

The moonbeast noodle stew I ordered had barely reached the table when Breena Wintermoon started picking the meat out piece by piece, smiling the whole time.

"Caylin, Zevran said you don't eat much. I'll help you finish some of it."

"Perfect."

Zevran Blackwood did not stop her. Instead, he looked at her with amusement and approval.

Yet just last week, I had accidentally taken a sip from Breena's moonberry yogurt, and he had been furious for three days.

The memory made my chest go cold.

I stood up to leave.

"You're getting upset over a few pieces of meat?"

Zevran grabbed my wrist.