The Beta's Contract Mate
His eyes are trained on me, staring me down like he can’t believe what he’s seeing.
“Alpha Chris, if you value your life. I would advise you to take your eyes off my wife,” Tore growls, his arm wrapping around my waist possessively. I look up at him, my lips ajar. He doesn’t look at me, but his eyes are focused on something else—not something.
Someone.
Chris is a wolf. How the hell is he a wolf?
“Wife? When did you get married? Were you playing me all this time?”
“Playing you? Forgive me, but Alpha Chris, I don’t think we’ve ever met,” I retort, and his mouth falls wide, and I straighten, recalling what happened just a few weeks ago.