#Chapter 157: The Play

Aria I couldn’t help it. Something primal and possessive surged through me when I saw that woman touching my mate. My wolf, usually so calm and controlled, bristled and clawed at the back of my mind. A low growl threatened to escape my throat as I stared at Raven’s perfectly manicured hand on my mate’s shoulder. “Ours,” my wolf growled, agitated. “He’s our mate. What is that woman doing?” I took a step forward, my jaw clenching so tight I thought my teeth might crack. This was insane; I knew that. The rational part of my brain knew I was being ridiculous, but the wolf inside of me, deep and primal, couldn’t seem to process the sight of another woman, especially one as beautiful as Raven, sitting so close to my mate. It was a strange feeling, this jealousy. As a human, I’d never been particularly possessive, but as a werewolf, everything felt more intense, more urgent when it came to him. The bond between mates wasn’t just emotional; it was physical, biolo