Cedrick's POV
He stared at me, eyes wide in terror, and gulped. My wolf surged forward, and before I stopped him, he was in Dean’s face, gripping his throat.
“Don’t even think about it,” we warned in a low growl, and we could smell the fear on his skin.
“Lesley---,” he started hoarsely, just barely able to breathe thanks to my hold on him. “She wa-wants---to---reject you...”
“WHAT?!” I roared--- f*****g unbelievable!
OK! That’s it! My wolf snarled and this time I didn’t hold him back! I turned around and was ready to go to the Don Riven pack and drag my mate back home. I didn’t care if she wanted to reject me.
SHE. WAS. MINE!!!
And I was going to make sure she understood that before the day was done!
I’d just reached the door--- when suddenly four strong hands managed to halt me.
