Chapter 13

Mine. All mine. My Ariella. Mate.

His Wolf could not stop celebrating the fact his mate was well and truly claimed. Their first time together had been incredible. Life altering. And Brock was still reeling from it.

He separated half a dozen eggs and grabbed the large wire whisk, keeping the flame on the copper pot low as he prepared Ariella’s favorite dessert. He’d gleaned that little tidbit after a brief conversation with her mother, who’d called him up to tear him a new asshole the night he’d propositioned her daughter.

His opinion of Patricia Golden had changed dramatically after that conversation. His little hellcat had a lot of her mother’s spunk, and he admired the clever way Patty had described, in detail, what she was going to do to him if he did not change his ways. He’d promised her he meant only the best for her daughter, and afterward, the Lioness was thrilled.

“My girl always wanted a puppy. Be sure to behave or I’ll have you fixed,” were her exact words.