Lilac’s P.O.V
The scene before me immediately made my hackles rise as my wolf growled inside my head.
I had to stop myself physically, by clamping my lips together, so that a growl didn’t escape my lips right then. Because the more I saw them together, with their bodies so close to each other and her arm on his shoulder…the more I felt my wolf claw at my senses, begging, snapping at me to claim my territory, to mark him as my mate.
And that was a ridiculous thought. Because only an Alpha could mark its mate. And I wasn’t an Alpha…I was a nobody…a rogue who had been given shelter in this pack curtsey of Alpha Krimson.
For some reason, even that thought didn’t help me calm down today. I hated it when Krimson played games with me and recently, he had upped his game, as if he derived some
