I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Aurelia—my mate—sitting comfortably between Tristan Sinclair and my grandmother like they were old friends having afternoon tea. The domesticity of the scene made my wolf snarl with possessive rage.
Her scent hit me first—hospital antiseptic mixed with her natural honeysuckle fragrance. She wore borrowed scrubs that hung loosely on her small frame, making her look even more vulnerable. Yet her eyes blazed with defiance as she looked at me.
"What are you suggesting, Grandmother?" I demanded, struggling to keep my wolf from lunging at Tristan.
Genevieve met my glare unflinchingly. "I'm suggesting that it's time for the Valois and Sinclair bloodlines to join, Julian."
She turned to face me fully, her back straight and her voice clear as she delivered the blow.
"And if you continue to neglect your duties and your mate, I will personally ensure that it happens through Aurelia and Tristan instead."
