Evan tried to pretend he didn’t see the beta’s son pull Kari close and whisper something in her ear. Just like he’d been pretending not to watch them spar for the last hour. He told himself it didn’t bother him to see Joe touching her, like he didn’t want to rip the guy apart for even looking at his mate.
But it did bother him. It ate at him.
He wasn’t used to feeling like this. Evan had never had anything close to a serious relationship. Most of his experiences with women had been physical and fleeting. Kari was something else entirely. Sparring with her had been sweet, aching torment. Having her close, having a reason to touch her, to hear her breath hitch when his hand grazed her side, that had nearly undone him. And he had to act like pinning her to the ground hadn’t made his entire
