"I’m only here to claim what rightfully belongs to me," Xavier said softly, his eyes never leaving mine.

Logan’s face tightened with confusion. "I don’t understand. What claim?"

Xavier’s voice grew firm, leaving no room for doubt. "She is my bride."

The air thickened with tension the moment Xavier entered. My breath caught, heart hammering, as his gaze fixed on me—dark, unyielding, and strangely intimate.

“Excuse me!” I said, my voice shaking. “Have we met before? I don’t ...