Dakota followed Eliza out of the bedroom. His anger still seething under the surface. He understood her reason for continuing her friendship with Liam but struggled to see why she needed to rush to see him.
He caught up to her and took her hand. Without looking at him, Eliza wrapped her fingers around Dakota’s hand.
“Eliza,” he whispered out the side of his mouth, “if he touches you, I swear I’ll rip him in half.” She stopped and turned to him.
“Dakota,” her golden eyes fixed on him, “You are my Mate, not my tyrant. I understand that any male near me you will perceive as a threat, but know that I don’t want any other male. I want only you.” He could feel his wolf calm down with each passing second that she looked at him and he leaned down to give her a quick kiss.
“I know,” he said, “
