Holden
We follow Dmitry toward the house, and he stops and turns to me. His dark eyes flicker between yellow and jet black. “Your warriors may stay in the library. I had my servants put out snacks for them.”
I turn to Everett and the others, “You heard Dmitry.”
A thin woman ambles up to us with fear laced in her soft brown eyes. She is wearing just a simple dress that barely covers her body.
“Take these men to the library,” the alpha orders.
The woman looks at my warriors, and her eyes widen. She makes a noise as one of the warriors rushes forward to hug her.
“Mine,” He growls.
The woman trembles as Dmitry growls.
“Jason?” I address him. “What are you doing?”
“This woman is my mate, Alpha,” Jason responds.
“I see,” I look at the other alpha, who has a crooked smile. I shake my h
