2.29 Jealous Chloe (3)

“That’s just Estel,” Miles said. “You have nothing to worry about, baby.”

“Is she mated?” I snapped, though I could tell the answer just by looking at her neck. It was clear of scars. Just covered in blood and dirt.

“Uh, no,” Miles said nervously.

“Huh.” I pressed my lips firmly together, glaring at my other mate and the unfamiliar woman conversing in hushed whispers. She looked upset about something, and he had a sympathetic look on his face. When he reached out and started rubbing her arm, I couldn’t stop the growl from spilling from my lips.

“Easy, lapachka,” Lenny said in a tone that was too amused for my fucking liking. “Your claws are showing.”

“Fuck you,” I snarled.

Mick’s head snapped up when he heard me. He looked worried, and rubbed the woman’s arm one more time before running over to me.

“Hey, cara. I didn’t think you would be up. Boyd’s back.”

“I see that,” I said through clenched teeth, still glaring at the woman.

“Hey,” Mick grabbed my chin and turned it towards