Leila POV“You clean up mighty fine, Marcus Lennox,” I comment as I drink in his tall, broad form and how well he fits out a pair of dress pants. The black trousers are showing off his firm ass to perfection and if we weren’t already late, I’d be stripping them straight back off him. With my teeth.I ease in closer and slide my palms up his warm chest, feeling his heart beat thumping through the thin material. I let a finger dip in and brush against his skin where the buttons are still open at his neck and relish in the sparks it sets dancing up my arm and across his skin.He looks tasty enough to eat and I can’t help leaning my head in close to his neck and playfully nipping at his mating mark, eliciting a full body shudder from Marcus as his grip tightens on my arms. I love seeing it there on his body every day, proof that this hunk of a man is all mine. Before Marcus, I couldn’t imagine being so possessive over a man. Why mates got so growls about anyone touching their partners.

Marcus POV The party lasts long into the night, and it’s not showing any signs of slowing down when Leila and I make our excuses and slip out in the early hours of the morning. The marquee is still packed with guests. Humans are being spun around the dance floor by a pack of wolves and they're having the time of their lives. If only they knew. Most of them would probably go running for the hills. Nathan is giving it socks on the dancefloor. A cute little red-head she-wolf that I don't recognise is happily rubbing herself all over him in a not too subtle attempt to mark her territory. I don't know where he finds these women, but he's clearly enjoying the attention. Where is the challenge? Where is the chase? I don't see the appeal in a girl who is clearly just interested in snaring the Alpha's brother, and the trappings they clearly think come with the title. From seeing how Jonathan ran his pack, and Cooper continues in the same vein, I know firsthand the lack of privilege he exte