Page 8 of Stormbinder King (Stormbinder Pack #1)

T he big man’s voice was low and dangerous. “It looks like you’ve been messing with dangerous spells you don’t know much about.”

Jack tossed a berry in his mouth as he strolled toward us, his stride unhurried and casual.

“You don’t know what I can do, brother.”

“Who is this woman?” the big man interrupted abruptly in his hard voice.

Shit, was he talking about me ?

“My mate,” Jack said. “Andromeda, this is King Symeon. First Alpha of the Pack and my brother.”

The king looked at both of us, his nostrils flaring. He wasn’t touching me, but I still felt the imprint of his hard fingertips on my skin.

“You don’t have a mate,” Symeon said.

“Yes, I do,” Jack retorted in a silky voice. “Claimed, bound, and spelled.”

He wrapped his hand around my throat as he faced his brother.

“The forest is so dangerous, don’t you agree? I want my fated mate to be protected. That’s why I put the strongest possible protective spell on her. So no one else’s filthy hands could touch her.”

Without another word, the King turned on his heel and left.

I felt unsettled, sick to my stomach.

“What was all that about?” I hissed to Jack, shrinking into my mate’s arms.

“Don’t worry about it, sweetheart,” Jack said easily, drawing me back into his comforting arms.

“He can’t do anything to you. He can’t even touch you with my protection tattooed on your body.”

I wrapped my arms around the prince and breathed in his comforting cinnamon-mint scent.

I was more grateful than ever for the protection of my mate.

But why, if I had nothing to worry about, did I still feel the king’s eyes on me as we danced in the Moonbright night?

I didn’t see him, but I felt him, felt cold, angry eyes prickling at my back, soaking me in sweat.