“You’re lucky I have an ounce of self-control in my body,” I cut him off. “Because if I didn’t, you’d be bleeding on the floor right now. No one sees my mate like that. No one.”
Gabriel blinked, clearly surprised by my vehemence. And truthfully, I was a bit surprised myself. But my wolf wasn’t—he was howling for blood, enraged that another male had seen what was his.
But Ella wasn’t mine. Not really. She wasn’t marked.
“Yet,” my wolf added.
Right. Yet. She wasn’t marked yet.
“I know the truth, Gabriel,” I went on. “Ella is a beautiful woman. Very beautiful. And even you aren’t immune to that, are you? How long have you been sneaking looks at her?”
“What?” Gabriel sputtered. “No, that’s not—I would never—”
“Don’t bother denying it. You, the eternal playboy with a
