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“You’re angry,” Troy murmured as he left the bed and moved towards his mate. When he got to him, he moved onto Philip’s lap to straddle him. “What’s wrong?” Troy buried his face against Philip’s neck and breathed him in as he waited for him to speak. He couldn’t stop the moan which rumbled within his chest at his mate’s unique, sweet and intoxicating scent. All it took was a whiff of Philip’s scent to get him sexually charged. He pressed a kiss against Philip’s neck and then sat up. “Tell me why you’re angry.” He demanded as he started unbuttoning Philip’s shirt. But Philip said nothing.