POV Cole
As I watch my mate dance with another man, I want to storm over there and rip his hands off for touching her. I know for a fact that Derrick feels the same way.
Our eyes have yet, to leave our mate. We are both filled with shock, we believed that we will never have a mate. Her eyes roam the room, then she lands on us. Her expression is a mixture of shock and aw.
I want to snarl when her focus is back on him. He steps in close until their bodies are pressed together. I bite on my tongue to stop me from snarling. The man leaves his head down to whisper in her ear. I couldn't hear what he said, because of the soft chatter and the orchestra. Her eyes widened, as tears threaten to fall.
I gather that he didn't say kind words. Derrick holds on my arm to restrain me, from a
