The Prince and His Mate [2]

[Nikita]

Drew looked at his mate, wondering whether he had used up all his brain cells.

The man in front of him was irrational but then it wasn't like he was a rational man either. He was still pissed, very pissed that he hadn't been acknowledged, and maybe he was acting like a kid, but to the werewolves, their mates were everything.

Anything their mates requested of them was their gospel. But how the fuck was this supposed to be Drew's gospel when he didn't even know what the fuck he was preaching? Maybe Drew needed to remind him of what they were dealing with.

"Who the fuck are you to determine what I can wear or not? Who do you think you are to just waltz in here and snap your fingers like some fucking king? Last I checked, you abandoned ship and now my best friend is out there trying to save your ass again.