Leonidas POV
I don't know what has gotten into Alora. Her mouth and hands are everywhere. Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining, but she has gotten much more aggressive since she marked me.
Her body is like fire under my fingers, and something feels off. I pull her away from my lips and try to look her over, but she is feral. Her fingers are clawing at my shirt, trying to rip it off.
"Alora," I whisper. "This goes deeper than me speaking a lost language. What has gotten into you?"
She squirms under my gaze, and a possessive snarl rises in her throat. Her eyes are looking over my shoulder. I glance behind me and see Ivy.
"Mine," Alora growls.
"What is wrong with you?" I laugh. "Ivy is mated."
Alora wraps her arms around me and continues to growl in Ivy's direction.
