Omega's Claim, Alpha's Surrender 2
His past mates were entirely different from a high-ranking player like Jeffrey Walker.
Worn out after the night's heavy physical drain, Jeffrey didn't want to start a full territorial fight. He ran a heavy hand through his damp, tangled hair, letting out a frustrated growl. "Fine, run back to your own quarters. Send a messenger or mind-link me when your beast wakes up tomorrow."
Jessa didn't give a verbal response. He pushed the heavy oak door open and was just about to step into the cold stone hallway when Jeffrey's broad hand slammed against the frame, blocking his exit once more.