I make a sound of frustration at my inability to control my hormones, and because Jeremy still isn’t getting it. “I’m a person. Not a thing. You can’t just—”
“Then you shouldn’t have tangled with an Alpha.”
I open my mouth to complain.
“Your former Alpha, Dayne.” He shoots me a side look. “I see he’s mated. From our first meeting, I get he’s possessive of her and would’ve acted that same way even if she hadn’t been pregnant. Are you telling me he didn’t go after her hard once he knew she was his?”
I start to deny it.
The thing is, I can’t because I know he’s right. I want to ask why he’s so convinced I’m his, but I don’t. I just sit there, stewing in my frustration and my anger.
Once Dayne returned from the meeting of Alphas that he attended in place of Owen, he became obsessed with
