Jason squeezed her thigh hard, struggling to appear calm while inside he and his wolf were rolling with glee. Katrina’s mouth dropped like a codfish.
“But…I thought Katrina and Jason were mates,” Thomas said, trying to regain some control of the conversation.
“And what gave you that impression?” Jason asked. “Everyone knows how long I’ve been looking for my Goddess-given mate.”
“B-but,” Thomas hesitated. “Katrina’s eighteenth birthday. We held it here because our packhouse flooded. She said she knew you were mates as soon as she scented you. You were just playing hard to get.”
Jason growled, but the tingles Phoebe’s caressing fingers made kept his rage in check. However, it was her reply that stunned him completely.
“Well, she told you half the truth,” Phoebe said. “She did scent her
