A rival?

Andre's POV

I could have sworn that for a moment, I had forgotten how to breathe, I didn't know how to anymore. Not that I wanted to. She looked heavenly.

Dressed in her emerald green gown, the one that I had specifically made for her, she looked exquisite. She was looking so beautiful that I was vexed when I saw others ogling at her. All that I wanted to do was poke at those eyes. How dare they look at my mate? I snapped myself out of the daydream I was having. She was nothing other than a breeder to me, nothing more, nothing less.

“ Yours. Yours. She is your mate” my wolf kept giggling excitedly. “ Go to her, go to her '' he cajoled. I had taken a step further when Phoebe placed a hand around my arm.

“ What do you think you are doing? Don't tell me that you are going there, to help her. It has to be some kind of joke right?”

I quickly placed my leg back, like I had missed my footings earlier. “ Of course not, why would I go to her when you are right here?”

“Right..?” She had a