Evan ran his hand through his hair for what must have been the millionth time, pretty sure he was going to rip it out soon. He paced the Alpha’s office like a caged animal, not trusting himself to walk back into the hallway.
He had gone to her room because he could feel her arousal through the mate bond. It had felt like she was calling to him, longing for him. He had rushed there, certain she would accept him this time, that she wouldn’t push him away or run. He had been so sure she wanted him.
But Joe was there. She was with him. Aroused because of him. Wanting him.
When Evan heard Joe’s voice, he had nearly broken down the door. He wanted to rip the bastard’s throat out. Luckily, the door had been locked. That single second of resistance was enough to give him pause. Killing the Beta
