Darrin needed the last two days to get his s**t together. Charlotte hadn’t really talked to him much and didn’t open her window for him the past two nights. She barely talked to him at school, putting all of her energies toward Rose.
Rose.
Fucking Rose.
She was everywhere. Whenever anyone talked to her or looked at her, he got the urge to pull her away and hide her.
He got jealous with Charlotte whenever someone tried to talk to her, but he didn’t almost feel the urge to murder.
Then it occurred to him.
Maybe he just feels a need to protect the human because she is close to his mate. That’s probably it.
“Darrin,” his father spoke entering his room, “can I talk to you for a minute?”
Alpha Everette Jackson was by far, one of the most serious men Darrin had
