Impossible.
A rogue– the enemy.... my mate?
"Alpha?" Jax questions. He senses my hesitation. "Should I do the honors? Because if you're not able to kill her, I will." Jax snarls, his fangs dripping with eagerness.
'He can't kill her.' Calvin growls. 'She's our mate.'
'But she's a rogue– the enemy.'
'But she's ours.' Calvin protests.
I glare at her with Jax looming over her impatiently waiting for my cue.
All the while, she stares me dead in my eyes, a sly smirk on her lips as though she knows something we don't or as if she knows I won't let it happen.
'Stop him!' Calvin roars and his words flow from my chest.
"Stop." My claws retract and I peel my eyes from her, turning to Jax. "Have one of the soldiers take her back and lock her in the dungeon." Thinking quickly on my feet, I
