Trishal’s POV
“Why the hell is our mate kissing that b***h?”
My wolf and I fumed.
I looked down at my leg, which was slightly bleeding from a cut from the broken ceramic, but my brain didn't process any pain because I was vibrating with anger.
Loren raised his head slowly, no shame or surprise registered on his face. My eyes dropped to the b***h, who looked startled, holding on to Loren's neck for dear life.
At that point, my brain processed what my heart didn't want to accept. They looked good together, perfect, in fact.
"Trisha?" he uttered in a low voice.
No, little wolf, it's Trishal, Trishal! Well, sorry to have interrupted you guys on the way to making babies. I looked down at his hands, which were around her wide hips.
“Pup-bearing hips,” that infuriating voice of reason whi
