18 It’s Time to Talk
Ronan POV
As soon as the door closes, I’m left alone in the hallway with Valor, I still don’t understand why the hell he is trying to spend time with Della. “What is your deal, Valor?” “I’m not sure what you mean, Ronan,” he says, emphasizing my name. “I mean why are you here and don’t give me that bulls*t about training with the elite warriors.” He takes a step closer to me, but I don’t back down. “Why is what I’m doing here any of your
business” he asks.
“It’s my business if it has something to do with Della.” His eyes darken, and I can feel his aura trying to weigh down on me. He’s a royal and his aura should be suffocating, but it’s not. He looks as surprised as I feel when I don’t fall to my knees. He is, after all, a royal hybrid. He takes a step back, and I can tell he is talking to his wolf. “What the hell was that about Silas?” “I’m not sure, but something tells me that Valor is important to
Della too,” he says.
“What does that mean he is important to her? He can’t be her mate.” “What if he is too,” Silas asks, without a hint of sadness or anger. “You can’t be serious. You forget that only happens with identical twins. I’ve never
heard of that happening at any other time. Besides, I’m not sharing a mate with him. Hell I don’t even like
him.”
“You don’t even know him and you forget I know what you feel,” Silas says. “So you’re willing to share our
mate is that what you are saying?” “It’s not ideal, but if that is what the goddess has chosen for us, then I will
accept it. I will not go against the mother of all wolves because it’s not what we expected or wanted,” he says.
I can’t even wrap my head around the thought of sharing our mate. Ronan, I’m not saying that is what’s
happening, but I am saying there is a reason I’m not feral about the thought of Valor being close to Della.
Only time will tell what that really means,” he says. “So you’re telling me that it doesn’t bother you at all that
Valor is trying to get close to the girl that we believe is our mate.”
“I told you before, Ronan. I trust that if Della is our mate no matter what happens, she will not betray us. You need to trust in Della and the Goddess. If she is meant to be only ours, then that is what will happen. You can’t be angry at Valor if perhaps he is feeling the same way,” he says. When I look back at Valor, all the anger from earlier seems to be gone from his eyes.
Before I can speak he does. “I think we need to really talk after the conversation that I just had with my wolf,” he says. “I agree but not here.” “Fine, lets see if we can find a gym. I have a feeling we are both going to need to hit something after this conversation,” Valor says. As much as I hate to admit I think he’s right. We make our way through the castle. When we step into the foyer, we both bare our necks as the former king
approaches us.
“Good evening, my king,” I say first, and Valor does the same. “That’s not necessary. My son is King now. Just call me Hudson. I’m surprised to see you two without my granddaughter. Where are you two gentlemen off to at this hour,” he asks. “Della, is spending time with her friend Maddy. We weren’t ready for bed so we thought we would go workout,” Valor says. “Maddy is a lovely girl. I’m glad she and my granddaughter found each other. I have a feeling they will be inseparable from now on,” he says.
Why do I feel like there is more to what he is saying, but I don’t dare ask. “If you follow the hallway near the stairs, it will lead you to a large gym. It’s should be pretty empty right now. I think I’ll go tell my granddaughter
18 It’s Time to Talk
and the other pups‘ goodnight. I’m so glad they are finally here with me and Amber,” he says. We both nod and leave to find the gym. Once we’re inside, I’m glad there isn’t anyone around.
“That was weird,” Valor says before I can. “I know. It’s like he was trying to say something without just coming out and saying it.” We both move to the weight benches and take a seat. We are both silent for a long pause. I think neither of us really know what to say. “I’m drawn to Della. I think she may be my mate,” I finally blurt out. I’m not sure what I expected, but it isn’t for Valor to burst out laughing. “Why the f**k are you laughing?” “Because I feel the same way. Ever since the night of the ceremony I’ve wanted to be around her,”
he says.
My heart feels like it’s going to beat out of my chest. Thinking something might be true and hearing it are two different things. “I still don’t understand why the hell you’re laughing. This is the farthest thing from funny. I
have no desire to share my mate with you.” “I’m not exactly ecstatic at the prospect either,” he says. “So what the hell do we do?” “The only thing we can do, we wait. Right now, the feeling is nothing more than a desire to spend time with Della. It’s definitely not the full bond. She doesn’t have her wolf yet. Maybe she never will and that’s why we can’t feel everything we’re supposed to. Maybe that’s why she needs two strong mates to rule
by her side,” he says.
“So you’re willing to share her with me?” I’m still can’t believe we are having this conversation. His nose crinkles in disgust. “I’m glad I’m not the only one that isn’t happy with this possibility.” “I may not be happy about sharing my mate, but I’m also not willing to give up on her. If she is destined to mine, then I will accept her no matter if you are involved or not. Are you saying you won’t?”
After everything that Roger did, I promised myself I would accept my mate no matter what and I have no intention on going back on that promise. “I won’t reject her if she is meant to be mine.” “Good, now that is settled. Do you want to go a couple rounds,” he asks. “A chance to beat on you again, absolutely” I say with smile. “I’ll be beating on you, Roro,” he says. He moves before I can grab him. “Don’t call me that.” He throws his head back and laughs as he makes his way to the ring. “I told you to come up with a better nickname,”
Silas says.
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