"You are mine," he snarled. "And ally or not, if he touches you, in any way, I will slit his fucking throat and feed them to his kid."

I was starting to realize that when it came to Sterling, even his sweet moments boardered the line of being utterly disturbing. Not that I cared at that moment.

I was his; the words had left his mouth as a husky growl.

He had claimed me. Whether he realized it or not, those three words, he had officially claimed me as his mate.

"Yours," I agreed. "But believe me, he doesn't want me. I'd be more worried about that lady Beta of...