**Gabe’s POV**
I stopped a few feet away, feeling that ugly curl of possessive jealousy churning in my stomach. I took in the scene before me – my mate straddling a warrior on the ground, both of them breathing heavily.
“What the hell is going on here?” I growled, my voice low and dangerous.
“I was training!” Evelina exclaimed defensively, her body still pinning the man under her. My eyes trailed over her body. She wore a sports bra and black leggings. Her gorgeous body glistened from the light sheen of sweat on her arms and taut stomach.
Fuck she looked hot. And she was on top of another man.
I clenched my fists, trying to control the surge of anger rising within me. She was my mate! She had no business training.
“Get off him before I rip my own man’s head off,” I hissed.
Evelina’s
