Seventeen

Brielle inhaled a deep breath as her eyes met Ryker’s. Butterflies fluttered within her upon the sight of him, whilst her mind grew frustrated by what she considered to be an unreasonable outburst.

Fury transformed Ryker’s expression. He was already growing sick of the man before him. Prince or not, he needed to stay away from his mate. It seemed as though every time he turned around, he found the pair together.

It felt like a dagger in the heart every time he saw her laugh with Arlen, seeing how comfortable and playful she was around him. He desperately wanted that for himself with her.

Brielle noticed how Ryker’s once gorgeous blue eyes shone black with anger as they locked onto Arlen. With a loud huff and a roll of her eyes, she addressed him. “Would you calm down?” She insisted. “It’s not what it looks like.”

Ryker’s brows quirked as he met Brielle’s gaze. “Oh, is it not?” He responded sarcastically. “Because what it looks like is every time I turn around he se