Michael's POV
I turned to Oakrow and Felix. Both of them were staring at my mate—Oakrow with desire, Felix with admiration.
“Excuse me, gentlemen,” I interrupted, my voice tight with restrained anger. “I need to speak with Miss Nicole alone.”
I didn’t wait for their response and immediately addressed Nicole.
“Nicole, may I speak with you?”
She looked a bit confused but didn’t refuse. I led her out of the ballroom and mind-linked Erich, instructing him not to let anyone disturb us.
Don’t do anything stupid, Michael, he warned, his voice a growl in my mind.
I ignored him and severed the link.
I guided Nicole to the back garden of the Pack house. With everyone occupied with the welcome reception, the garden was deserted, leaving just the two of us.
I grabbed her, pulling her close to
