Chris’ POV
I excused myself from Tiffany for a moment to talk to one of my clients. When I returned, she was no longer on the dance floor. I searched for her scent and found it leading away from the venue and to one of the suites in the adjoining hotel room. What the f**k is she doing here?
As I went to open the door I smelled it, vampire, and werewolf. Very specific ones to be exact. Those sons of bitches are trying to steal my mate from me.
I busted down the door growling and found Tiffany having a seizure on the bed.
“What are you doing?!” I yelled at them as I ran towards her.
The vampire blocked me from reaching her, pissing me off.
“Can’t you see she needs help?” I yelled at him.
“She’ll be fine, I can’t say the same for you though.” The wolf said to me as he approached me.
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