ARIA POV
By the time we reached the lower level, Alaric had growled at three guards, two omegas, one Bloodclaw warrior, and a door.
The door had done nothing wrong.
Probably neither had the others.
I was too tired to judge.
His hand was locked around mine, warm and solid, while his other arm stayed close to my waist like he expected my knees to give out at any second.
Which was insulting.
Mostly because he was right.
“Stop growling at people,” I muttered under my breath.
The words would have sounded more convincing if Kara hadn’t been purring in my chest like a shameless i***t.
Apparently, my wolf had decided that our mate’s overprotective issues were a personality trait worth encouraging.
“I’m not growling at people.”
A Bloodclaw warrior stepped aside before we reached him.
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