Dirty

Jealousy flared in his chest as if he had been burned on a stake. Tova gulped down his whiskey, lunged forward to grab her arm and slmmed her against a wall. His lips peeled and showed his fangs. “Do you want him to be your mate? Huh?” 

She turned to look at him with a fierce look in her eyes. “Why not? He has only helped me and listened to me unlike you.” 

“You push too far, woman!” he growled. At this point of time the only man who he wanted to kill was Fenris. Shred his body into pieces and throw them across the Lore. 

“Push you? There is no comparison between you and Fenris. He had been very kind and helpful, and you—” she stopped with disgust. 

“You better not think about him anymore, else it will get very difficult for us!” He was so shocked