What Kind Of Game Were They Playing?

••• Charlotte’s POV ••• “Mate…” Lexi kept purring as we sat in the car with Hayden’s arms wrapping my body tightly, never letting go. She was ecstatic that Hayden and I had marked each other again. Well… She wasn't the only one. I felt like I had been transported back to the time when I was eighteen when I met Hayden for the first time and found out that he was my mate. The pounding heartbeat, the excitement, the butterflies in my stomach… Fortunately, this time Hayden had changed and wasn't indifferent toward me. I kept wanting to giggle but had to force myself not to, lest I look like a madman. “You keep purring…” I teased Lexi. “We are marked again, and we’ve marked our mate too!” she exclaimed joyfully. “Is there a difference? You’ve been calling him ‘mate’ even before we marked each other again,” I teased her again. “From the moment you realized you wanted him back, I’ve regarded him as our mate,” she said. “He’s your chosen-mate. Of course, I’ll call him mate.” “What about Rhett,