CHAPTER 17
~~THIRD POV~~
Theo smirked to himself the moment he noticed how Alpha De-shawn had brushed her aside.
Nothing brought him more joy than that.
Seeing Ripper's jacket on her body last night had riled him up so badly that he had a terrible night.
It thoroughly irritated him; the first thing he did once he entered his room was mind-linking Ripper.
“...Saw your dove with your jacket,” he said to Ripper in a calm tone, attempting to hide the tumult of emotions swirling inside him.
“What dove?” Ripper was confused. “Which jacket did you see on the dove?”
“Don't f*****g lie. I know it's yours, my scent is still on it, Ripper. Stop pretending—you’re caught!”
Ripper, who had been sitting on his bed playing video games, paused the game and sat up. “What the hell are you sayin
