***Zane***
A gust of wind carries a familiar scent as I walk back to the house, the hairs on the back of my neck standing on end.
Grayson growls loudly when I finally recognize the scent and I turn on my heel in time to see the same French Alpha who touched Kota last week now threatening my mate.
“Looks like someone needs to teach this b***h some manners,” he snickers, his large build towering over my small mate and our pup. “I’ll gladly volunteer.”
The scene is enough to send Grayson into a frenzy, my wolf taking over and shoving me back to watch him carry out his punishment. He shifts mid-run, rushing past our mate and pouncing on the stupid Alpha.
The Alpha is taken by surprise as Grayson pins him to the ground but quickly composes himself, wrapping his arms around my neck. Grayson
