REDMOON PACK
HELION
Ten minutes into the meeting, HELION felt his heart beating faster compared to normal days. The reason was simple; His mate was too close to another male.
He had been observing them from the moment they left the strategy room throughout their way to the dungeon. The redhead missed no opportunity to touch his mate, a casual brush of the arm, a leaned-in whisper, and every point of contact sent a jolt of pure fire through Helion’s veins. It was taking all his focus not to stalk over and slam the man into the nearest wall.
"Remove the chains and give all of them glasses of hot water," He ordered, his voice a low growl as he settled into his chair, his knuckles white where he gripped the wood.
The conference room was another large room in the pack house used for meetin
