Blake
My rage spilled over inside me, and my vision turned red. I wanted to throttle Tate and make mincemeat out of him. What the f**k was he doing in front of my bedroom? I knew Maeve was inside.
Without thinking, I charged at him, my adrenaline pumping. Before I knew it, I had him pinned to the wall, my arm against his throat. Frost was snarling inside me, asking me to kill him. “What are you doing here?” I asked, my voice more animalistic than I cared for.
Tate’s breath became shaky, but he grinned. “Relax, Alpha. I was just escorting her to the room. I felt bad about what happened to her yesterday.”
“Don’t you dare come around her again, you get that?” I growled, removing my hand as jealousy rippled through me. I should have been the one feeling bad, not him. Why was I feeling jeal
