He's not panicking. He's not denying it. That's a good start. Except he doesn't know the life Peter's lived, the man he became after the death of his family and pack... or what he'd done to become an alpha.

But did any of that chance it was already predestined. Even if Felix despised him knowing the truth, it didn't change the truth.

He leans in, brushing his nose against Felix's jaw, along the tender spot under his ear. Inhaling his scent and letting it seem to wrap around him, sink into him, become part of him.

"You are mine," he whispers, unable to help himself, a shimmer of magic rippling out from them at that claiming statement.

It didn't matter that he was possibly bringing down Hell for both of them. He needed to say those words, even as he waits to see what Felix's reaction might be to it.