Sinclair
As soon as Hugo walks into the room, I thrust Ella behind me, a vicious snarl on my lips. My wolf is on high alert from having claimed his mate so recently, his possessive instincts spinning out of control and stronger than I’ve ever experienced. She’s mine. He thinks angrily, He shouldn’t even be allowed to look at her. I can’t even process my beta’s words, because I’m too preoccupied with guarding Ella – despite the fact that I know my old friend isn’t any threat. Still there’s no reasoning with a protective wolf, and all mine knows is that another male is in the vicinity of my precious, breeding mate.
Ella, troublemaker that she is, only wriggles her way back into my lap, putting herself between me and the target of my wrath. She pulls my glowing eyes down to her own, both o
