Chapter 17

Ares’ pov

I clutched the fork in my hand tightly until it bent while I stared at her.

I had my eyes on her almost throughout the meal.

Heck, I've had my eyes on her since she came here, but I've never seen this expression on her face before.

At the name of my beta, she breathed a deep sigh of relief like all was alright in the world and her eyes sparkled like a kid in a candy store.

I didn't like it.

I mean I liked that she did look softer and happy but I didn't like that she had that expression because of my beta.

She only ever looked at me like she wanted to stab a knife through my chest, which only makes it more infuriating.

“Why does her countenance bother you so much? I thought you didn't like our mate,” my wolf, Pellar growled at me.

“I don't,” I snapped and cut the mind-link.

He had been giving me a lot of attitude since this girl came here.

I didn't blame him.

He wanted a mate.

But we didn't need her.

We survived this long without one.

If anything, her presence here only spelt