"You're her mate?" Peter tested the words slowly, semi-tightening his hold over Brooke. Something in him didn't want to let go of her, her scent was too familiar for him. Brooke frowned at their exchange of murderous glares.
"We're her mates," Marcus hissed threateningly and grabbed Brooke's wrist. His skin crawled when seeing Peter's arm across her waist and their lips near enough to kiss. He wouldn't permit it. Over his dead body. "And if you know what is best for you then you will let her go."
Peter scoffed, "I'm not afraid of arrogant Alphas."
Brooke's head buzzed in confusion. What is an Alpha? What are mates? Could it be that they were referring to her as a 'mate' the way the British say? It might as well be this way since they had no relationship with one another, she thought. B
