CHAPTER 21— WEREWOLF SICKNESS.
BALLISTER’S POV
Trying to push down whatever feeling it was that I was feeling aside, my eyes rested on Carter whose hands were on my so called mate, jealousy and anger surged into me. I wanted to take his head from his neck but I restrained myself. I wasn’t going to act out because of a mate that I didn't want. “Carter,” I called, bringing their attention to me. I scoffed silently, shaking my head. They didn’t even notice that I was here, stuck in whatever happy bubble that they were in and I was going to burst it.
He turned, “Oh, B. I didn’t notice you came in,” he said, pulling away from Edith, who I noticed was coated in sweat. I was tempted to ask her how she was feeling but quick enough to stop myself. I walked further into the room. “I think she mu
