My unwanted  Lycan Mate..

Everything was a lie.

Her

Jealousy.

My eyes burn with resentment and jealousy as I scowl at the wolf who has her hands all over my mate.

Miller is mine, and my mate. Even my wolf was growling in outrage, I could hear her growl in my head.

I was angry and desirous, and I could feel my paws setting out to disclose themselves from my fingers, wanting to scratch and assassinate that bitch. My mate can sense my killing intent as he sneers. I was unable to hold back again. I growl loudly, attracting the people of the pack. Amira was also present. I hate...