Corey POV
Eva is pulling me down the hall, gripping my hand, following the scent of the fucker who just ruined the happiest moment of my life with whatever bullshit he came to see my f*****g mate about. I agreed to come with her, but I'm still pissed.
“Do we really have to do this?” Samson mutters sourly in my head.
“I’m not thrilled about this s**t either, but I’m not letting her go on her own.” The bastard had his lips locked with hers not that long ago. Leaving them alone while my mate comforts him is not going to f*****g happen.
I’ll comfort the fucker for her. I’ll comfort his face right off him.
Samson is snickering in my head, playing images of clawing off that smug f*****g smirk on his arrogant f*****g face when Eva turns around and glares at me.
Shit. She can probably se
