“Shut it, Saul,” Koen grumbles. “She’s an adult Were and doesn’t need you fussing over her.” Saul’s eyebrow perks up. “Excuse me, Alpha. I must have misheard when you threatened to chain her to the radiator to prevent her from stubbing her toe.” “She is my mate,” Koen snarls. “I get to treat her like she’s made of mother-of-pearl. You do not.”
