Norman's POV
Did I just hear right? Did Riley just call him mate?
I glared at Damon, my eyes blazing with a fierce protectiveness. Riley was mine, and I wouldn't let anyone, not even my own brother, get in the way.
Damon sneered at me, his eyes flashing with anger. "You're really something, Norman," he spat. "You think you can just claim her without even giving her a choice?"
I snarled, my claws extending. "She's mine," I growled. "And I won't let you or anyone else take her from me."
Riley trembled in my arms, and I tightened my grip around her waist. I could feel her heart racing, and I knew she was scared. But I couldn't help it. I had to protect her.
Just as it seemed like things were about to escalate into a full-blown fight, Mr. Crestwood, appeared at the entrance of the antiqu
