Chapter Seventeen. Mars.
I am so close to losing control over Ares. My wolf is pissed, desperate to push forwards, and wanting to rip apart this manchild who dares to touch our mate. Truth be told, so am I. This f*****g i***t is trying it on with my mate, when anyone who has eyes, can see she doesn’t want to be harassed. She is uncomfortable. I can feel it through the mate bond, which is strengthened the more time we spend together. It was that feeling that had me hightailing over here before I had fully finished my paperwork.
“Mind your own business. Some plants need watering dude,” the new archery instructor, whose name I never took the time to learn, or remember. Because he is a d**k, and thinks he is God’s Gift to women, a different girl every other night is his, and their choice,
