Tristan's POV
Carried away, she is my mate, I can't resist it," he finished anyway. "After everything that happened with the kissing booth, my sister and all, I just wanted to say thank you, and things just progressed. That's quite unlike me, I know."
Maybe Dad was right, mates make you weaker. Because I'm agitated at the moment, and my heart doesn't seem to calm down. I can't imagine what would happen if something were to go wrong with her.
"Do you think that makes it better?" I said, my voice low. "Do you think that helps?"
He sighed heavily. "You think I wanted this? You think I wanted to complicate everything? The bond just took over, and her scent was irresistible."
I took a step closer. "And you didn't think to stop it? You knew what that would mean. You knew we agreed to…"
"To share her," he cut in sharply. "I remember. But tell me, Tristan, did you really think this would stay that simple? We are Alphas. We are wired to fight for what is ours."
