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“Why did you treat our mate that way?” Dylan’s wolf snarled at him, as he paced his room restlessly, mentally cursing himself for acting like an asshole towards his mate.
“ I couldn’t help it. I’m still mad at her for what she did.” He tried to defend his actions.
“That’s no excuse. She’s in pain and we’re the only ones who can make her feel better.”
“I know. I know…”
His wolf wasn’t helping at all. It kept growling and grunting, and scolding him for ruining the perfect chance of claiming his mate. He had no clue what it felt like for a female werewolf in heat, since he was a male werewolf, but he could tell from Isabel’s body language when he had walked into the kitchen that she was in intense pain. What if she goes to some other male werewolf since Carlos is in a coma? He would never forgive himself if that happens.
“What are you still waiting for?!” His livid wolf yelled.