3 BOOKS. The Lunas of vengeance
“Wait, are you jealous?”
“No,” he said quickly, his jaw tightening.
I grinned. “You so are. Admit it, Alpha. You were jealous of the coffee cart guy.”
He stopped walking, turning to face me. “Fine,” he said, his voice low. “Maybe I was. You’re mine, Tamara. I don’t like anyone else getting your attention, even if it’s for a damn dog.”
My heart skipped at the possessiveness in his tone. I stood on tiptoe to press a kiss to his lips. “You don’t have to worry. My attention is all yours Mr Alpha.”