I stared at the mate mark on Leo’s neck, my mind spinning with confusion. The mark was unlike any other mate mark I had ever seen. It was red and raw, and some portions of the flesh didn’t look like it had healed properly but instead scarred over.
However, weird-looking or not, the meaning was the same. Leo already had a mate.
“You have a mate,” I whispered, my voice barely audible.
Leo’s hand flew to his neck, covering the mark as his eyes darkened with fury. “Don’t touch me again.”
“If you have a mate, why am I here?” I demanded, stepping back. “Why did you say I belong to you when someone else already does?”
While there were exceptions, most werewolves only had one mate. I certainly didn’t feel the same bond with Leo that I did with Lucas, Liam, and Levi.
Leo’s jaw clenched so tight I could see the muscle twitching. “It’s complicated.”
