Chapter 66

Aisha's POV The tension between Simon and Max crackled like dry kindling near a fire. I could practically smell the testosterone in the air, thick with dominance and silent growls. From where I stood beside the table of medicinal herbs, I watched them. Simon towering like a silent storm, arms crossed, lips pursed, and Max standing stiff, uncertain, but clearly not backing down. Their gazes clashed with invisible sparks. Honestly? It made me want to laugh. Max had been nothing but respectful during my lesson, attentive, curious, and full of questions. But the moment Simon noticed him getting just a little too enthusiastic, my mate had turned into a territorial wolfdog ready to rip throats. The possessiveness radiating off him could've singed bark. I didn't need this male drama interfering with my teaching. So, I did the only thing I could to cool things down. I stepped between them, gently lacing my fingers through Simon's warm, calloused hand. He stiffened in surprise. Then I turned to