Orson’s POV
I stepped forward. “What’s going on here?”
"You again? Why do you keep interfering in my business?” Jasper said, but his voice didn't sound as arrogant as it was the last time I had met him.
My eyes darkened. “She’s my mate. That makes it my business.” I moved closer, my eyes on Freya who was still on his shoulders.
“Drop her,” I said evenly, my voice carrying a warning that if he didn't, I'd take a drastic step . “I won't say it again.”
Jasper’s eyes narrowed, his grip tightening on Freya’s body. “Step aside and mind your business.”
If only he knew whom he was dealing with. I took a step closer, unblinking nor scared. “She is my business.”
For a moment, his jaw clenched, then he dropped her , pushing her with a sharp shove toward me. She almost fell but
