Julian's POV
The sight of her in another Alpha's arms ignited something primal inside me. My wolf snarled and clawed at my insides, demanding I reclaim what was mine. Aurelia—my mate—pressed against Tristan Sinclair's chest, his arms wrapped protectively around her.
I slammed on the accelerator, my car roaring down the street. The tires screeched as I jerked to a stop in front of the pottery studio. In seconds, I was out of the car, stalking toward them with murder in my eyes.
"Get your fucking hands off my mate," I growled, my voice dropping to that dangerous Alpha timbre that made lesser wolves cower.
Tristan didn't flinch. Instead, his grip on Aurelia tightened as he pulled her slightly behind him. "She doesn't want to see you, Valois."
"I don't give a damn what you think she wants." I reached forward and grabbed Aurelia's arm, yanking her away from him. "She's coming home. Now."
