Alpha Mars' POV
She leads me to her bedroom door when I notice a scar on her leg. 399 roughly cut into the back of her leg. Who the f*****g hell hurt her? My wolf is growling in anger that someone hurt our mate. I can feel the prickles of rage rolling up my spine. I force Asher to calm the f**k down before we accidentally shift inside the house.
We reach the kitchen on the first floor, and she directs me to sit on one of the bar stools at the large center island. “Beer? Water? Juice? Soda?” Her head is in the refrigerator and I am getting a great view of her lovely round ass. I drool slightly at her beautiful curvy body.
“Beer works.” I have to adjust myself in my sweatpants, so my bulge doesn’t show its alive and ready to f**k. She pulls out a beer for me and a large flowery print co
