Andrei’s POV
“Andrei.” Kern and Abel’s voices echo at the same time in my mind. I was certain this had something to do with my mate and how I had reacted to the two of them.
If I didn’t get Daiz under control soon enough, it was going to let my brothers know that something was up with me.
“Come to my place,” I say, saving them the stress of having to request a meeting. I would let them know my plans for her while making sure they were fine with it. After all, the three of us needed to be on the same page.
I smell them the moment they are in front of my house, and I go back downstairs, my wolf becoming restless just as I pass the third floor. “No, we aren’t going there,” I mutter.
I don’t trust myself to not touch her, to not strip her naked in a moment and bury myself in her. It had taken every bit of self-control not to lay my hands some hours ago.
I could understand why I was losing control over her, with Daiz being unhappy with me not taking action to claim our mate. His mate.
