Chapter Thirty – A Mates Justice.
Alpha Delicious Point of View.
This fucker better shut his big mouth, right now, because, human or not, very important or not he is going to be eating ivory in three seconds flat. He is a wanker, and now he is going into detail about his wank bank fantasy about f*****g my mate.
MY MATE.
Apollo is pushing forward, and I am struggling to hold him back. My only option is to punch this i***t, to appease my wolf.
Who am I kidding? It would appease me as well.
As my arm c***s back, fist clenched, I suddenly feel soothing sparks wash all over my arm and hear a voice that is like a soothing balm to my fraught emotions.
“Mr White, I believe?” Miss Hannah says, smiling at the sunglass’s clad i***t.
“Hannah Colton, special envoy for human werewolf rel
