Oliver
Her scent of strawberries and cinnamon is driving us both wild, making Ace want to mark her straight away and beg for forgiveness later.
“I… no, I can’t,” she whispers, her voice barely audible as she backs away from us, making my heart shatter into pieces.
Ace’s anger washes over me once more, instantly assuming this man in front of us is the reason. We saw how affectionate he was toward her earlier, and we both have no doubt there is something going on there.
Panic moved over him as he saw the rogue about to pounce on her. He saw red. He’s already nearly lost our mate once today. He wasn’t going to let that happen again.
‘Ace… don’t do anything stupid that we will regret later,’ I warn him, fighting for control.
‘If we mark her now, she won’t be able to leave us,’ he sna
