Andrew POV
“Are you dating the alpha?” that flirty, suspicious DJ asks us, eyeing our hands as I clutch Natasha’s tighter.
“Why the f**k does he want to know?” Slade sneers. “He wants our mate.”
I know he does, and if she wasn’t my mate I wouldn’t blame him. Natasha is gorgeous. But she is mine.
Natasha looks at me expectantly, like she wants me to be the one to answer him. I’m not leaving any more misunderstandings between us. She’s mine. Maybe not officially, but I’m not giving Neil or anyone else hope of getting between us.
“She’s my mate,” I told him firmly. His eyes widen in surprise, an emotion I can’t quite identify flashing on his face quickly before he gets control of his features.
“Wow. No wonder you weren’t interested,” he mutters to Natasha, making me smirk. Good girl.
