Bad as it made him, Chris wanted to ditch the serious Asian dude and follow the hot female. Wrong move. He knew that. Doubly wrong, given she was already freakn' married, but dammit, having gotten a second whiff and then a brief touch, everything in him clamored ? and howled ? for him to hunt her down and make her his. The whining of his wolf in his head wasn't necessary for him to know for a fact she belonged with him. Ours. His wolf seemed happy he'd finally gotten the memo.
Finding his mate should have resulted in a celebratory moment, a naked sweaty moment, but somehow he didn't think her husband would approve, and Chris couldn't blame him. He wouldn't want to share her either. The possessive sort, Chris didn't want anyone touching his woman. Of course, that might be hard to enforce, given her husband had more rights than him.
Damn.