Rowland’s POV
Bella went to look after our pack members, even though the poor soul was still reeling under the harsh effects of Dante’s rejection while I ventured towards the forest to understand how the Alphas managed such a huge pack.
Suddenly my senses heightened and nose swerved up to the side when I smelt my mate’s sweet fragrance.
“Hahahahahaha. It tickles, Chester,” I heard Dante laugh and a deadly possessive growl worked its way up to my chest but I checked it in time and let my legs take me towards the direction of the laughing voices.
A tide of jealousy surged in my chest when I saw Dante pinned by another handsome Beta wolf on a motorcycle and the two of them fraternizing with each other.
He was MY MATE. Grrrrr.
“C’mon, Dante,” the other dude, Chester laughed as he pressed himself further against the writhing wolf under him so that the latter did not escape.
I could feel my stomach tangle in enough knots to make a twisted pretzel as jealousy was starting to graduate into ha
