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I’d been wondering why Gigi, of all people, was being so kind to me.
Why she felt so sorry for me that she was willing to let me stay in the mansion she considered her own.
"Anything, Gigi. Oh my Goddess, anything. Please tell me what you need, and I’ll do it for you."
I played my part perfectly.
I dropped my purse onto the bed and immediately walked over to her, taking her hands in mine and making it look as though I was desperate for redemption.
It worked.
The tension left her face.
"It’s just that–" she began.
"The doctor said Ragnar’s pain was related to his fated mate."
Gigi had sat down beside me on the couch, holding my hand.
"Oh."
The sound slipped from my lips because I still wasn’t ready to comment.
"I’ve been worried because the doctor said Ragnar had only recently come across his fated mate. The only thing I could think of was that journey— that trip he went on."
She continued, anxiously rubbing her hands together, clearly trying to convince me how worried she was.
"So—"
She paused.
"I wanted to know from someone what happened during that trip."
As she asked me, I realised this was far more serious than Ragnar supposedly having a heart attack.
At least, it was to Gigi.
That was why I’d been so confused when I heard he was having a heart attack.
There was no way an Alpha King like him could have a heart attack.
He was so ridiculously powerful that, even if his heart were ripped out, I bet his stupid fucking body would keep moving for days.
Then she told me the doctor believed Ragnar must have come across his fated mate somehow, and that she had chosen someone else, which was why he had felt that pain.
After hearing all of that, I was happy.
Watching Gigi go through those emotions reminded me of my brother.
He had felt the same way.
After all, she was his fucking mate.
I wanted to tell her, ’This is what you get for hurting your fated mate.’
"Oh."
I touched my chin thoughtfully.
For the first time, Gigi was dependent on me.
Whatever I did next, I had to think it through very carefully.
"So, you were with him, right?" she asked.
"I just want to know—did anything happen there? I mean, did he meet anyone? Anything at all?"
She pleaded with her eyes, looking so desperate.
It was satisfying to watch.
"Actually—"
I paused and bit my bottom lip dramatically.
The longer I took, the more anxious she became.
"There was actually a mate ball at one of the packs."
As soon as I said that, I watched the colour drain from her face.
"A mate ball?" she echoed. "Did you all attend it?"
The question rushed out of her mouth.



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