The hairs on the back of Tate’s neck stood on end as he tried to focus on what the head council member was talking about. Something about maintaining healthy relationships with each other or some s**t like that. In theory, it sounded nice, and the reasoning was sound, but putting it into practice would be difficult, especially for certain alphas.
Fighting the urge to turn around to ask what Hawthorne’s problem was, he ground his teeth together. A muscle in his jaw twitched in irritation. Why the hell did it matter to him why Kelly was here or not? He was the main reason she wasn’t. Tate didn’t want Kelly within fifteen feet of the male. And he hadn’t been lying. With how upset and emotionally unstable she had been in the last few weeks, she would kill Hawthorne on the spot.
Smirking, he
