Lucas’s POV
Knowing your mate is in the next room while you try to sleep is torture. When I poked my head into the room before coming to my office, she was sleeping soundly in my bed while surrounded by still wolves.
My wolf didn’t like the idea of leaving her with other males, especially since the one from last night was sleeping at the foot of the bed. I made it clear to the wolf that Harper was mine, but he still lifted his head when I looked into the room.
Was the little beast laughing at me?
It’s ridiculous to be jealous of a wolf, particularly one who can’t shift, but I am. My wolf wanted to drag him off the bed, but I held him back. That wolf has no claim or power over our mate, so I sent him a scalding glare that had him sliding off the bed and to the floor.
Sighing, I let
