Chapter 59 Why

Third Person's POV

Noah struggled in Marcus's grasp, annoyed he was messing up his awesome hair. ‘That shit took me forever to perfect this morning! A whopping 30 seconds!’ Noah thought, trying to get the jerk’s knuckles off his scalp.

Before Noah could free himself, he was shoved away as Marcus was tackled. Noah was stunned to see this person repeatedly punching Marcus in the face.

Noah quickly snapped out of it, and his shock turned to anger, furious that this person was hurting Marcus. Noah took a step forward, but unfortunately, the wind shifted his way, and an unfamiliar scent rushed over his face and up his nose. The Omega froze when he smelled something he hoped he'd never smell.

Noah was frozen in place, his feet firmly planted on the ground and unable to move. As the wind continued to blow his way, the scent continued filling his nose, pulling his wolf forward. He felt his wolf's excitement, and the idiots began yapping the same word in his head over and over again… “MATE!