Breeana

Reece fought the urge to drink. The last thing he wanted was for Breeana to know he had picked up a new habit, she would turn her nose up in the air at him. Since when did he care what Breeana thought about him?

Since she became our mate. Ray sounded thoroughly amused and relaxed.

Of course, he would be. He wasn't the one who had followed Breeana secretly to her house, watched her get drenched and yelled at fighting the urge to go about and rip off heads until Alex had shown up.

Then he doubled back and went to the pack house, took a quick shower, dried himself up and got a blanket ready for Breeana.

Okay, that way she wouldn't be cold until she got into the shower.

After the hectic journey and even more stressful day, Reece realized that she must be tired. His bed was a mess. Goddess.

He had asked the help to clean up the connecting room for Ariana and not to touch his so that she would understand that they were never going to have that kind of relationship. How was he to know that