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"What!?" I gasp, grabbing the magazine and lifting it up, reading the headline and realizing that the other half of the cover is, of course, a picture of Luca in his boxer's getup - which, essentially, just means sweaty and shirtless. And, of course, he looks stupidly good with his boxing gloves up by his face, his expression all tough and gritty and determined.

But I tear my eyes away from the picture of my handsome mate to read the headline splashed across both of us.

"CONFIRMED: LUCA GRANT MATED TO PRINCESS ARIEL."

"Ohhh my god," I murmur, my fingers tightening against the cover in my shock. Because, I mean, it's not a secret within our inner circles that Luca and I are mated - but this is not public knowledge, and certainly not something my parents would have wanted me to announce so openly and so early on in my relationship.

And, especially, since I have - you know - a second mate that's going to complicate all of this - this is not at all a good thing for me.

But who did this?

I mean, I know that my family knows, and that Luca told his mom and his uncle, but to everyone else he introduced me to last night - he always said girlfriend, never mate. Because that's incredibly personal, and considering who I am, and what my position is within this world...

God, spilling this to the press? It's a huge betrayal.

My fingers hesitate, a little, as I begin to flick through the pages of the magazine, because I am suddenly quite terrified that I know who leaked this...

attention of the press. And is incredibly proud to be mated to me. Someone who wants everyone to know that we're mated, especially since there's another claim on my affections that he's quite eager

article. I sigh, and press the magazine

did this. I don't know what I'll

look up at my mother. "Mom?" I whisper, not really knowing

sounding like her heart is breaking, and she reaches for me in an instant, wrapping me up in a hug

I whisper, horrified, not wanting an

she replies, her voice grave. "He...he

straight, surprised and confused, wanting

can look into my father's stern face. He's not mad at me, obviously, but I can tell that he's keeping his temper on quite a tight leash. S~ᴇaʀᴄh the Find ɴøᴠel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of

and Daphne look exactly the same. Jesse

But, then again, she is my sister. Maybe I don't give

for the magazine again. "what does

blankly told

told that he is

he would confirm it," Jesse says, his words clipped as he sloshes creamer into his coffee before turning to me, his cup tight in his bands. "Apparently Luca