Thorne’s POV
That Gamma better take his hand off Aurora before he loses it. Does everyone think they can touch her whenever and however they want?
It’s like she’s a magnet, pulling all the men to her while also driving me crazy.
I dig my extending claws into my thigh, biting back a feral growl as the man’s hand trails up her hand to her wrist then back down again. Then, he smiles at my woman.
No. I shake my head. She’s not my woman. I need to get that thought out of my head and focus on why I’m here today.
“Get him away from our mate,” my wolf growls.
I want to do exactly that, but I can’t. Alpha Rainer rearranged his schedule to meet with me today, and I can’t disrespect him by being distracted. I drag my attention away from Aurora and pin it on Alpha Rainer.
“The weekend afte
