Falling

Havermouth, Five Years Before

Heath pressed his face into her hair and sank into the scent and feel of her, the touch of her hands on his back and her lips on his cheek, and for a moment all the problems of having her retreated, leaving him in a space of peaceful acceptance.

“Are you going to f-k her all day, Heath, or come out and socialize?” Rohan leaned in through the window, grinning lewdly, and Aislen started, crying out and clutching Heath against her, using him to prevent Rohan from seeing her naked body.

Heath snarled over his shoulder, unable to move without exposing his mate, and there was no way that he was going to expose his female to a male alpha who was not part of his Triquetra. “F-k off Rohan,” he spat, every instinct wanting him to launch across the room and tear out his friend’s throat with his teeth.

Rohan recoiled in shock, reading Heath’s reaction accurately. “Sorry man, I just…” His eyes flashed with his wolf, and his stance became wary.

“Yeah, you just, but I’m