I sat down at the dining table next to Owen where my food was already set. He wrapped his arm around me possessively as pack members looked in my direction.

 

What? I said through our mind link. You jealous?

 

You know I am, love. A small smile spread across my face as he said that word. It's in the werewolf genes.

 

I shrugged and brought the fork to my mouth, eating the pasta that was on it. I know, but could you be less possessive? They didn't even look at my the wrong way. It was literally a glance.

 

No can do, love. He said and I gave him a...