Alexia POV
That girl was very lucky my mother was sitting at the table because I wouldn't have been so nice. I don't say anything at dinner but I wonder if Maverick has been with that girl. I am stewing all through dinner and Maddox keeps rubbing circles on the back of my hand. I know I shouldn't be angry at Maverick right now but I can't help it. The thought of another woman touching either of my mates makes me furious. I know males think its no big deal but women are supposed to keep ourselves pure for them. That's bullsh*t that we should be held to some standard and they can sew their wild oats. I stand up and leave the dining room so I don't say anything I will regret. I can feel my mates on my heels. I turn to them, I need a moment alone. Both of my mates look stricken and
