*Griff*
A surge of frustration courses through me, igniting a fiery temper. Llewelyn’s relentless flirting with Anaïs during our drive sets off my inner wolf, stirring his territorial instincts. I can sense him, barely contained beneath my skin, bristling with every honeyed word Llewelyn directs at Anaïs. It’s no longer a mere game or sibling rivalry; Anaïs is my mate, and the mere thought of anyone else pretending to vie for her affections is unbearable.
“Get your filthy paws off her,” I growl at Llewelyn, my voice barely audible over the purr of the engine.
“Who… me?” he feigns innocence, casually draping his arm across the back of the seat, fingertips grazing Anaïs’ shoulder. My mate. My Anaïs.
“Cut it out, Llew,” I grumble, my wolfish instincts begging for release. A low, warning g
