_Author’s POV_
“Alpha Ashmoor, what’s the occasion? You’ve had so much to drink that you reek of alcohol,” Daniel taunted, moving closer to Zarelle protectively.
His hand remained firmly on her shoulder, a clear territorial gesture.
Calden’s heart burned with jealousy as he saw Daniel’s hand on Zarelle’s shoulder.
‘Our mate is being touched by another man,’ Kelson snarled in his mind. ‘Do something!’
‘She’s not—’
‘Don’t you dare finish that sentence. She IS our mate, whether you accept it or not.’
“Nicholas, please stop associating me with Alpha Ashmoor. It disgusts me,” Zarelle said, not even bothering to look at Calden.
The words hit him like physical blows, each syllable a knife to his chest.
She twirled her wineglass and appeared more interested in checking
