Jig offered an easy smile, unbothered by Theo’s threatening tone. “Oh, hey, Anna’s mate—Alpha Carter, right? She called me earlier and asked me to run some errands for her,” he explained. “I’m just dropping off some stuff. I don’t think she’s coming back here anytime soon.”
Theo’s scowl deepened, his jaw tightening. His wolf stirred inside him, urging him to punch the man, but he held back. Barely.
Jig gestured toward the interior. “If you want to check the apartment, go ahead. Just make sure to lock up when you leave. And, uh, don’t tell Anna I let you in.” With that, he left, carrying the bags as if nothing unusual had happened.
Once alone, Theo stepped into the apartment, shutting the door behind him. The familiar scent of Savannah lingered, calming him slightly. It wasn’t his first
