-TRISTAN-
"Hi, Alpha." Iris smiled brightly as she stepped inside my office. "Hi, Heath."
My Gamma was sprawled across the couch in my office, legs propped on the coffee table like he owned the place. "Iris! What a nice surprise!"
He shot upright, flashing her that signature smile, the one that usually melted women’s underwear.
When he took her hand and kissed it, I had to grip the corner of my desk. Slate growled so loudly in my head that my teeth ached from clenching. A headache was already forming behind my eyelids.
Two pairs of eyes turned toward me. Iris looked confused.
Heath just gave me a fake coy smile.
"Relax, Alpha," he murmured in my mind. "I'm not an asshole. I’d never hit on our Beta’s mate."
Yeah. Mark’s mate.
I was getting tired of reminding myself of that.
"Don’t
