Hawk’s POV.
Derry's body trembles as I wash every trace of Stone’s scent from her. He had to know it would drive me wild, have my wolf in a frenzy to reclaim what’s mine. I’ll get him back for this, and it will be much worse for him. I can take what’s mine. He can’t. The thought has me smirking. Game on Stone. It’s always been the same with me and him, we walk a fine line between friendly competition and challenging each other. It’s a harmless joke and just a part of our nature as Alphas, and I’m not complaining about the outcome now. Derry is mine, without a doubt, no matter whose scent she wears, but that doesn’t mean I won’t enjoy making sure everyone knows it. My mate's sweet arousal creeps up my nose, driving me closer to the edge of claiming her right here in the shower. f**k it. I
