I looked at the man beating Lance, a rogue beating Lance. I pulled out from my thinking hearing muffled sobs. I turned my head and my heart broke seeing my mate's tears streaming down her red cheeks, but something else caught my attention, some other man was holding her in his arms. In a second I was by her side ripping that man off her who starts arguing with me. Ryder wan't a bit happy, he was controlling himself so hard and that too just for the sake of our mate. Just like I ripped that man away from my mate, I wanted to rip the jacket wrapped around my mate too. It is not my jacket, it doesn't smell like me and I won't tolerate any other person's scent on her body, but mine. The jacket reeked of that rogue's scent. I so wanted to rip it off her but that was not the time to be angry on
