Page 6 of Wedlock (Vampire Bachelor Games #3)

“I can’t believe it,” Wolf says for what seems like the hundredth time as we sit astride our horses and stare down the hill. We can see for miles, the moonlight paving a clear path for us across the fields towards his castle, but my view is inwards.

The night is peculiarly still, no breeze even ruffles the grass surrounding our horses, but the quiet does nothing to soothe my inner turmoil.

“Believe it,” I grunt. “I don’t know how many times I have to repeat myself. As soon as Viper said it, Jag’s face confirmed it. Angelina added without hesitation that the baby was his.”

‘And that she’d never loved me.’

“Wait,” Wolf scowls. “Viper was the one to announce this treachery?”

I nod.

“My brother finally came through and protected me.”

“Better late than never,” Wolf sniggers, “although I don’t for a minute think he did it out of the goodness of his heart or out of concern for you.”

“You and Jag are always on his back,” I growl. “For once can’t you acknowledge that your friend, our comrade, was the canker in the apple and not my beleaguered brother?”

“And you say,” Wolf goes on as though I hadn’t spoken, as we urge our horses forward to begin our slow walk home, “that Jag called to confess.”

“Yes. And I voiced my vow.”

“What exactly did he say?”

I snort.

“He said he wanted to speak to me about my brother.”

“Ah, so no confession, per se.”

“I told you he’d already admitted it. I didn’t want to waste any time with his excuses or lies. I cut him off and voiced my vow.”

“No witnesses, though,” Wolf raises an eyebrow and smirks, “so it doesn’t really count.”

“You are my witness.”

“No,” he laughs, digging his heels into his horse and setting off at a canter. “I didn’t see it. I didn’t hear it.”

“For fuck’s sake,” I mutter as I urge my horse to a gallop and pass his.