Morgan's POV

Ragnar had tried to warn me that she was human. My supposed mate. But I didn’t listen.

Now, storming out and slamming the door behind me, I could feel my fangs digging painfully into my lower lip. I was too angry to care.

“She is still our mate,” Ragnar whimpered.

“She’s human, Ragnar.”

“It doesn’t matter. "She is mate,” he insisted, low and whiny.

I ignored him, stalking off toward my office.

“There you are,” a voice cut through my thoughts. Violet. My ...