Kayson
The warrior stands tall as I march over to him with determination. I want to know what the fuc.k this asshole is playing at. As I said before, I don’t care about men looking at my mate; she’s stunning. But this bastard was staring at her with a gleam in his eye and not one of desire.
“Can I help you?” His deep voice makes my eyes squint slightly. It sounds familiar, somehow.
Where have I heard that voice before?
“I want to know what the fuc.k you’re staring at.”
“I’m just doing my job. I apologize if I offended you, but the Alpha was quite clear that I keep an eye on his cousin.”
As I didn’t hear everything Fenrir said, I can’t say as the man is lying.
“What’s your name?” If the asshole will be keeping an eye on my mate, I want to know who he is.
“My name is Grayson, Sir.”
