“Maybe what you need is a distraction,” Gabriel suggested, signaling the bartender for another round even though I’d told him I would only have one. “Find a willing she-wolf and take her home. Get Ella out of your system.”
The suggestion made my upper lip pull back in a snarl. The mere thought of touching another woman when my mate was right there, unmarked but still mine—
“I kid, of course. You’ve got a reputation to uphold for your campaign. But you should let it go, Alexander,” Gabriel said quietly. “Whatever feelings you’re developing for her, they’re not good for you. You need to focus on the election, on finding out who really killed your parents. Not on a mate who clearly doesn’t care about you.”
The words stung more than they should have. I knocked back my second whiske
