DEVON POV.
"This can't be happening!" I growl to myself as I run my anger out through the forest. "How dare that bastard touch what's mine!" To take what's mine." I'll kill him...!"
"We will find him and rip him apart." Bronx growls in agreement. "He hurt mate. He made mate afraid of us." He continues.
I'm struggling with what I'm feeling that I can't even identify it. It's overwhelming. I don't want a mate. I never wanted one but as soon as my eyes made contact with hers... I was lost. All I could feel was an overwhelming urge to protect her, claim her, mate with her and never let her go. When I held her in my arms and felt those pleasurable sparks running through my body, I was instantly addicted. Her scent drove me crazy with lust. My father always spoke about the mate bond and the c
