He blinked a few times and the room came into focus. A low growl erupted from his throat. Everything that had happened came to the forefront of his mind. Blood filled his mouth and he turned his head to the side and spat it out. His jaw ached, but that was the last thing he would worry about. He sensed Sam beside him, and when he turned his gaze to his mate he saw him already awake and a look of rage focused in front of him. Alric followed his gaze and saw Dalia standing in front of the fire. The only things she wore were her bra and panties. The wolf he realised was Clay had a hand on her belly and a look of possessiveness on his face. Alric growled again, which in turn had Sam doing the same. “Well, well, if it isn’t the wolves who thought they could take my Dalia and heir from me. What did you think you were going to do, raise my young and fuck my mate?” Clay stood and stalked towards them. Now they were forced to sit here and watch some asshole put his hands all over their mate.
