Greyson stepped out of the private elevator and onto the pack house executive floor. Normally he would have already reviewed three reports by now. Today, he was running late and couldn’t focus on a single damn thing. His thoughts kept straying back to the hospital, back to his little mate.
‘I want our mate,’ Thorne repeated as images overwhelmed Greyson’s mind. Evelynn curled up against their side, wearing one of his shirts. Evelynn in his bed, moaning.
Greyson pinched the bridge of his nose, his c**k twitching in his pants as he tried to ignore Thorne’s obvious hints. ‘Stop it! You’re not helping.’
But Thorne continued. ‘Mark our mate.’
It wasn’t lust. Thorne’s obsession was a primal need to keep their mate close after waiting so long to find her. He wanted to claim, mate, and mar
