46. My Angel (18+)

Felix

I stormed back to the packhouse, my mind still reeling from the encounter with Heath, anger pulsing through my veins. "Fucking sick bastard," I muttered to myself as I recalled the things he had said before I had left. I needed a moment to gather myself, to regain control of Creed before I dealt with the situation. Recon would have to happen in the morning. But as I stepped into my bedroom, my breath hitched at the sight that greeted me.

There, waiting for me on the edge of the bed, was Mia, wearing one of my t-shirts. She was so small the thing looked like a dress on her, but the sight of her in my clothes, the fabric hugging her curves, gave me an instant hard on. It also satisfied the possessiveness of my wolf to have my scent engulfing her.

Suddenly, Heath was long gone from my thoughts. All there was, was my mate. Her copper eyes locked with mine, a mixture of concern and desire etched across her features. It was as if she knew the effect she