-Gage POV-
I sit on my desk now, processing what happened a few hours ago.
No one ever talks to me like that and it thrills me. But not when it’s in front of my pack. Which it’s exactly what she did.
I take a sip of my bourbon as I look out of the window.
It is now starting to sink in.
I didn’t want to push her away. I don’t want her to leave but... she is Hendrix's mate and the way I feel about her is dangerous. I’ll end up falling for her but she will never be mine.
Not unless I kill him. I should have killed him when he was in my territory that first time he came for her. I shouldn’t have let him leave. If I had killed him then, she would be mine for the taking.
I groan.
She feels as if I used her. I didn’t. She wasn’t a distraction to me. It pains me that she thinks th
