Fifty one

Alex

Mason must have seen my interaction with Martha when she arrived, because of the way he slid right next to me with a mischievous and unsettling grin on his face, and also with the next set of words he said to me, I knew that there could only be trouble.

“I know that look,” he started off, swirling the new drink he had in his glass. “That disgusting look of weakness. The one that you have when you have a mate,”

My heart thundered in my chest. Was I so obvious?

No, of course not. Mason was a trained assassin, after all, it was his job to pick up the tiniest of details.

I cursed internally, wondering why he had to notice me in the first place. There was no way I could admit that fact to Mason, whether he observed it or not.

“She’s…not. She’s just an acquaintance, someone helping me out here in the pack,” I managed to say at last.

Despite my urge to conceal who she was to me, it seems like Xander wasn’t cooperating with me. He didn’t want me to dissociate with our mate. And me say