“YOU’RE MINE, KENDRA! ALL MINE!” The Alpha roared in anger, his eyes a scary silver, a tell-tale sign that he was more wolf than human in that moment.
Kendra, unable to think of any other way to quickly calm him down simply straddled him. “Yes. I’m yours, Killian…” She softly caressed his face, noting just how much her actions seemed to working. “I’m. All. Yours.” She repeated again, her voice a mere whisper as she breathed out the words.
The Alpha heaved as he struggled to control his breathing.
Kill Macintyre!
His wolf was still very much upset, wanting some serious one on one with the brute who had dared call his mate his. It was a good thing she was calming him down so, for he was pretty sure he would have well been on his way right now to wherever the Curers were f*****g camping,
