Chapter 41- Slade

I suck down the rest of my beer in one long swallow when that puny wolf kisses my mate again, this time on the lips. Then he scurries off and I know my mate has this covered, but now is the time he should be sticking closest to her side. If the bastard knew her well enough, he’d know that. I feel the glass groan in my palm. But I’m not the only one burning with rage. Twyla is seething that Mace is so distracted by his cub, he doesn’t even realize she is speaking to him.

“Mace? I think it’s time we said hello to your-Mace! Are you even listening to me?” snaps the she-wolf.

My mate smiles, “You could go talk to your son if you want, Mace. He doesn’t bite. Much.”

That sets Twyla off even more. She redirects her rage towards Sloane instead. And I take several steps closer out of my corner, ready to defend my mate if necessary. I wouldn’t put it past the cunt to attack my mate thinking being the Alpha’s daughter of an allied pack would save her from any repercussions. It wouldn’t. I’m