“Bella, I don't like that another man is in your house. What if I wasn’t here, huh?” Hunter’s deep voice filled the small kitchen as he followed her inside. His tone was calm, but there was something dangerous underneath it — pure alpha jealousy.
Mirabella didn’t even turn to look at him. She opened the fridge and grabbed a carton of eggs, setting them on the counter with a soft thud.
“If you weren’t here, all that drama wouldn’t have happened,” she replied simply, closing the fridge with her hip.
Hunter stood at the kitchen doorway, his arms folded across his chest, his dark eyes narrowed. The morning light from the window reflected against the hard lines of his face. “You know,” he said slowly, “I don’t like it that you’re not taking me seriously. I don’t like other men around my woma
