Koa's POV
The man holding the broken mopstick turned toward me, his hand still suspended in the air, confusion written across his face.
That was when I realized what I had just said.
I had openly claimed the fierce girl I met in the woods as my mate.
"My maid," I corrected smoothly, hoping he would buy it.
When the confusion on his face eased slightly, I subconsciously released a breath I hadn't realized I was holding.
I turned my attention to my fated mate on the floor.
So I wasn't hallucination or assuming her scent, she had been around after all. I muttered as I observed her body and the marks in them.
She had been severely beaten.
Rage surged through me.
Rex was livid too.
But I didn't understand why I was angry. I shouldn't care about her. I had trained my mind to never care so why am I caring? But u couldn't help it.
Anger coursed through my veins not only because she was our mate that was being treated like this, But because I had seen this before.
My mother.
