“What the actual f**k, Kent?” Patrick said once Riley was out of earshot.
Kent watched her back as Leo continued to pull her towards the training building. The blood was rushing in his ears, his fists clenched at his side. He kept picturing her, straddling Patrick’s waist, her lips near his throat. Logically, he knew they were sparring. He also knew that she had been incredible. He had never seen anyone move as fast as she did.
“Goddess,” Patrick was saying, “even if she wasn’t your mate, she would still be a guest at our pack. A guest from the f*****g Werewolf Council. Couldn’t you at least stop being such an ass for just a minute?”
Kent blinked, focusing his gaze on his gamma. “I’m not an ass.”
Patrick rolled his eyes. “Yes you are.” He sighed, turning to pick up his shirt and wate
