#Chapter 157: The Play

Elara

I couldn’t help it. Something primal and possessive surged through me when I saw that woman touching my mate.

My wolf, usually so calm and controlled, bristled and clawed at the back of my mind. A low growl threatened to escape my throat as I stared at Onyx’s perfectly manicured hand on my mate’s shoulder.

“Ours,” my wolf growled, agitated. “He’s our mate. What is that woman doing?”

I took a