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Brent snapped his gaze up to mine. “Ruby?”

“Yes, Ruby. Who is she?”

“You don’t have to worry about her,” Brent said. “She’s nobody important.”

I hesitated to ask the next question, but forced myself. “Is she important to Luciano?”

“No.”

“Then why did she?—”

Before I could finish my sentence, branches snapped and leaves cracked in a rushed succession outside the cave, as if someone was running at us. Brent pushed me behind him, his nails lengthening into claws, preparing for a battle.

For heaven’s sake, why can’t we have a quiet night?!

My heart slammed inside my chest, and I inhaled a familiar scent.

Suddenly, Luciano appeared at the cave’s entrance. Disheveled.

“Out,” he growled to Brent, his canines glistening underneath the moonlight. Except his gaze was on me. “Now.”

“Luciano, I think you should hear about what happ—” Brent started.

Luciano snapped his hand around Brent’s neck, lifted him into the air, and squeezed, his blazing gaze still not leaving mine. Warmth gathered between my legs, and a wave of pleasure rushed through me.

Ruby or not, Luciano did something feral to me, especially under this moon.

Another ferocious growl left his mouth. “Out. Now.”

Once he released Brent, Brent scrambled out of the cave.

“Luciano,” I whispered.

“Who is he?” he growled.

My eyes widened. “Who is who?”

“You know who I’m talking about.”

“If you’re talking about the beast who came to the cave earlier, I don’t?—”

“Another beast was here with you?” he roared.

This didn’t look or sound like a man who was promised to someone else.

I opened and closed my mouth a handful of times, unsure of who he was talking about. Alvin maybe? Didn’t he already know that he was my ex-boyfriend that led the Dragon Clan and wanted to make my life a living hell?

“Your fated mate,” he snarled.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He stepped closer to me, his eyes blazing. And if I said that it wasn’t the sexiest fucking thing that I had ever witnessed, I’d be lying.

“You’re mine,” he growled, stalking closer. “Mine.” Another step. “All mine.”

I stumbled back, loving the way he moved closer to me, the way he trapped me between him and the cave’s rocky wall, the way my body was on fire and a deep innate need inside me was begging for him to breed me.

When he stepped closer, my fingers curled around his muscular shoulders. I stared up into the beast’s eyes, which weren’t on mine like they usually were. Now he was staring at the crook of my neck.