Ivy's POV
I slowly turned away from Jade, releasing my grip on her arm. My face transformed into a mask of shock, jaw dropping open to maintain my pretense of surprise. "Why would he think I'm his mate?" I scanned the room until I found Warren staring at me with undisguised hunger in his eyes. I fought back the urge to grimace. "We've never even spoken to each other before."
"Jade admitted to wearing your clothes around Warren," Rober announced with a smug smirk, as if revealing some decisive piece of evidence that would make me leap at the chance to be his son's mate. I simply raised an eyebrow in response.
"So?" The single word hung in the air, dripping with disbelief.
"Soooo," Warren drawled, stepping toward me, "it means that it was your scent I was attracted to, that my wolf wanted." He reached for my hand, but I pulled back instinctively.
