That caught him off guard. His eyes widened, then narrowed, and he gave a frustrated groan, dragging a hand over his face. "Woman, you'll be the death of me."
Ayesha giggled, her heart lighter now. "I'm just saying—it's kind of funny. Imagine being jealous of your own alter ego."
He growled softly, but there was no real anger behind it. Instead, he pulled her into his arms, holding her tight. "Call it what you like. Alter ego, lycan soul, other half… In the end, it doesn't matter. You belong to me. To us. That's all you need to know."
Her smile softened against his chest, comforted by the certainty in his words.
Ayesha tilted her head, her fingers still resting lightly on his arm. "I guess it's the same with me and Shah… but I think she can't take over me the way Zeus can with you," she admitted quietly.
