Chapter Twenty-Four

Jazz POV

Resting in the comfort of my mate's lap, I find comfort in knowing that he refuses to let me part ways with these unfamiliar individuals who are seated nearby. As a result, my body instinctively tenses up, emitting a low growl, as I closely observe them, prepared to defend the precious pups in my possession should they attempt to take them away.

Out of nowhere, a forceful hand contacts my backside, causing me to let out a startled yelp and instinctively attempt to distance myself. “Hey there, little one. You can't growl at fellow alphas,” my mate asserts firmly, their tone conveying a sense of authority and dominance.

I assertively reveal my teeth to him, displaying my dominance, before sinking them into his arm, provoking him to tighten his grip on me and deliver another firm spank to my rear end, effectively restraining any chance of escape.

Meanwhile, I can hear the amused chuckles emanating from the group of men seated nearby, which triggers a low growl of defiance from