Maxwell's POV
"We have an issue, Alpha!" My beta shoots throughout the link, the anger clear in his voice.
"Ugh!" I groaned out loud, dragging my hand down my face dramatically. "f**k sake!"
"What is it?" I snap, resting my head on my mate's lap; Mia's fingernails scraped up and down my neck and into my dark hair.
"He won't leave the girl's side," Marcus explained dryly.
"We expected as much!"
"No, Alpha, I mean he won't let me even touch her; Archer is giving off serious touch her and die vibes." He pushed the subject. Sighing into Mia's lap, I let her sweet scent distract me from Jason's infatuation with the redhead.
"He is acting like a mated male," Marcus warns. Yet again, I whine into my beautiful mate's lap, gripping her light fabric skirt.
"He IS a mat
