Ever muscle in his body tightened ready to strike, ready to kill as he saw hands wrap around what was his. His wolf howled inside wantimg to snap the neck of the bastard that dare touch his mate. His claws came out partially transforming as the dug into his rough palms trying to keep himself under control.
Is there a problem here? He asked his deep velvety voice cutting through the booming base in the club commanding attention. The man holding them looked about to tell Maxim to piss off until he turned to see the imposing figure behind him.
No, man... nothing wrong here. He quickly stammered letting his mate's wrist go. Maxim didn't wait to hear his useless excuse with a snap of his fingers Dmitri and several other figures materialized from the crowd like smoke and began to roughly escort the man out of the club. Maxsim's eyes never left his mate's. Nothing else mattered now at they became his singular fouce
My deepest apologies. I don't tolerate that behavior in my establishment. Here let me make it up to you. He said taking a step forward. His wolf howled inside catching thier scent up even closer. They smelled like... home. Like where he belonged. He had to force himself from losing control right then and there. Please come join me in the VIP booths and I'll buy you a drink or something to eat if you prefer.
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