What Noah ate up even more was the little flash of possessiveness Eli revealed when someone tried to slip Noah their number after all. Eli let out the cutest omega growl Noah had ever heard, death-glaring at the beta woman who’d dared try to pick Noah up. But Eli’s growling cut off abruptly when Noah grinned and told her he’d actually just started seeing someone, his death glare replaced by a sweet, embarrassed flush. Cute. As. Fuck.
