Viola is a romantic at heart and believes she knows everything about love. From the movies she watches to the books she reads-she's after a gentleman who will handle her with care. But as everyone around her finds their soulmate and starts their per...
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The feeling of Brea's incredibly long fingernails is still embedded into my skin as I sharply walk away from her and in the direction of my mate, sitting on the same table as Aurelia and Noah. A thousand different thoughts fly through my brain as her dark eyes land on mine.
First of all, why the fuck is she out of her room?
And second, who does Noah think he is putting his arm around her like she belongs to him?
My jaw tightens to the point I hear it crunch and people quickly move out of the way as I storm towards their table like a caveman ready to stake my claim. It's the complete opposite of what I should do and I tell myself to take a breath before I make a scene in front of everyone.
Not today, Haze. Not now.
I walk to the edge of their table, Viola's eyes haven't removed from mine for a split second.
"Haze," Noah says casually but my gaze burns into the arm that is so comfortably wrapped over her shoulder. "Fancy seeing you here."
Viola's chest doesn't move but she doesn't move away from the situation. "Yeah, funny. I live here too." I say without an ounce of humour.
There is a tick in my eye at the thought of his scent over her. He might be homosexual, but I still don't like the thought of another male near my mate. I want his arm off her. I want to burn his flesh alive.
As if he can read my thoughts he removes his arm from Viola and rests his elbows on the table instead. My eyes flick to the tray in front of Viola and to my surprise it's not completely full. I don't let this surprise show on my face. Blood pumps through my veins with fury.
"How did you get out of your room, Viola?" I ask as calmly as possible.
She takes one glance at Noah and then back at me, her pouty little lips falling open in hesitation. "Uh...I—"
"I let her out," Noah states matter of factly.
My brows crease. "And what made you think you had the right to do that?"
"Because she deserves to be out here with us. She's one of us, isn't she?"
Silence blooms over us and I don't miss the way Viola takes a breath and I see fear flash in her eyes. She doesn't want to go back into her room. That's obvious.
My head twists and I meet Viola's eyes once more. "Sweetness, will you stand up for me?"
"I don't want to go back in there," she rasps, holding onto my gaze. "I haven't done anything wrong. I haven't caused any issues. I'm just eating lunch. Don't force me back in there."
I breathe out through my nose. "Stand up, Viola."
Her shoulders visibly tense and she does as she's asked—which is amazing considering I thought she wouldn't pass up at the thought of embarrassing me in front of my pack members.
