Dallas’ p.o.v.
Something is pulling at the back of my mind, but I can’t get a hold of it and figure out what it might mean.
I do understand that our bond shouldn’t be forming this fast and yet it doesn’t feel wrong, it feels right and I hope that we will be able to complete this bond quickly.
“Captain, we have finished going over the books. This is really bad, we need to talk to Alpha Preston.” One of my Squad members says through the mind-link, pulling me from my thoughts on my Mate-bond.
“Is your office soundproof, Darius?” I ask and I see his eyes darken, causing me to blush. “Not for that, Old Man.”
I swat his chest with minimum force, but then again I am trapped between both my Mates and can’t take a good swing at Darius, even if I wanted to.
“There is news on the Pack’s finance
