Caleb

The anger returns, and I have to take a few deep breaths to keep myself calm. ‘Jordan Reed, what does he smell like?’ I ask Jeremy.

‘Oranges.’

Oranges.

He is not the one that raped or beat Red, but if my nose is correct, he is the one that gave her the mark of the Betrayer. Her mate. The one who rejected her.

‘Tell him there is no Omega with that name in our pack,’ I tell Jeremy.

A few moments later, Jeremy mind-links me again. ‘He is adamant about searching our territory. He thinks his mate is here.’

The fucker rejected her and now claims she is his mate? Where the fuck was he when she was beaten and raped? If he had loved her, he would not have rejected her, he would have taken care of her.

‘His mate is not here. And he has no business stepping inside my territory, less he wants to start a fight between our packs,’ I snarl.

Jeremy sighs. ‘Fine. I will make sure he stops bothering us.’

‘Thanks!’

Red remains in the clinic for the following three days, and my ass is glued to the chair,