Ninety Eight

RHYS POV

The anger that filled me was tremendous. The audacity of Lily to talk to me that way because of the familiarity I had with her was wild. My anger pulsed through me and instinctively squeezed the life out of her throat. She coughed, her hand reaching up to hold her neck. I saw her life flash between her eyes. The light was going out, yet I couldn’t stop the anger. She had no right, no right whatsoever, to bring up Arabella in our conversation.

“RHYS!!!”

My body suddenly stilled. My wolf had never, never been held captive by the sound or the call of another. I felt myself reverting towards the new sound and person entering, mellowing down to receive orders from them. It was Emma. It took me a long moment to analyze this.

Emma. Emma.

Emma?

How? How did she capture my soul with a single call when she wasn’t my mate? Was it possible to have two mates in a lifetime? Even Mia had never held my soul and wolf captive to make a point. She had never even held me captive before. Why was