#Chapter 116 His Scent On My Mate

Justin POV Seeing her on her knees before me was difficult. She smelled of that damn rogue and I needed it to go away, I needed to claim her in my aura and aroma. It was impossible not to see the dismay and the shame on her features, though. “Get up,” I growled at last, trembling to hold back my Lycan from pinning her to the ground and fucking her into next week. “Come here, mate.” I held her hand as she stood, her eyes wide and wet and violated. She wiped her pink, raw eyes and blinked back some composure, though I could tell it was hard for her to do so. “Follow me,” I breathed. I steadily, and wearily, led my mate outside the arena. There was still an edge of a buzz, of action that had been left over from the event today. I couldn’t believe how another harmless day of activity and bonding with this new pack of ours had led to such quick and sure disaster. “Justin, please, I—” she began to whimper. One look from my Lycan and she knew to settle down. I couldn’t le