ADAM
“Malcolm, enough!” I snapped, forcing the thread of dominance I still held to bleed into my voice. It wasn’t much—only twenty percent of our shared power. The rest belonged to him. And if he wasn’t—
You left our mate in heat! he snarled inside my head, his voice a wildfire, seething and clawing. When she needed us most!
Malcom: Right now, she was alone out there. Vulnerable. And who knew which mutt was out prowling for a prize they hadn’t earned.
His fury slammed into my chest like a tidal wave. It echoed through every nerve ending, every nuscle fiber. He was spiraling, snarling, louder, and louder. His energy was crashing against my control. He was pushing to the surface—desperate to break free.
Oh, hell no. He did not just do that.
“You don’t get to snarl at me over a woman, M
