He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and looked at Janis sandwiched between him and Wade. His mark on her shoulder stood out against her pale skin. Confused thoughts whirled in his brain. Lycans were territorial by nature but he’d never felt the need to leave a mark on Wade. Nor had Wade ever left one on him. Yet it had seemed so natural to brand Janis. The woman was smart and funny and easy to be with. And so responsive to him and Wade. The sex had been phenomenal. No pressure to perform, no worries about reproducing. Maybe being with a female he liked and felt comfortable with brought out some inborn Lycan instinct to claim a woman. He thought about Roy and Janis together. Maybe his dislike of the man made him want to leave a mark on Janis. A no trespassing sign? Absurd. What did he care if Janis saw Roy again? More likely, petty jealousy led to it. A message to his rival—you might have Alex, but I had something that belonged to you. Wade’s eyes opened, and he sat up. He looked at Janis, then Noah, and shrugged.
