{Red’s POV}
“Darius…” I trailed off, stepping forward to cover Miles from his dark aura. He looks like he’s really to kill him.
“F/ck!” I heard Miles cuss behind me before he grasp my shoulder and use me as a shield. Wrong move. Darius growled and angrily walk towards him but I stop him by pressing my palms on his raging chest.
“Darius, calm down,” I said in a soothing way even though I’m panicking on the inside. Werewolves, especially the dominating ones tend to be very possessive over their mates, they would react even just a small touch of another male on their mates, and even sometimes.
And Darius is not an exception to that.
His dark eyes didn’t even glance in my way, and I felt like someone had just punched me in the gut. Is he ignoring me or he’s just too focused on Miles? I re
