Luca's POV
His name is Adrian, and he's visiting from the Western Pack.
Handsome, charming, and he keeps touching me.
"Luna Luca," he says, hand on my arm. "Your pack is beautiful. You must give me a tour."
"I'm sure Beta Damon can—"
"I'd prefer the Luna's company." His smile is flirtatious.
Across the room, Rian's eyes flash amber. Through the bond, I feel his jealousy spiking.
Territorial much? I send.
He's touching you, Rian responds. I'm going to rip his arm off.
Don't start a diplomatic incident.
Then tell him to back off.
I turn to Adrian, smiling politely. "I appreciate the interest, but my mate prefers I don't give private tours."
"Possessive Alpha?" Adrian laughs. "How traditional."
"How married," I correct coolly. "If you'll excuse me."
I cross to Rian, who immediately pulls me close.
"Mine," he growls low.
"Yours," I agree. "Always."
Adrian watches us, amused. Later, during dinner, he sits across from us.
"You two are sweet. New mates?"
"Four months," Rian says tersely.
"Honeymoon phase. Enjoy it." Adrian's eyes linger on me. "Though I imagine the Luna has many admirers."
Rian's grip on my thigh tightens. "The Luna is taken. Permanently."
"Of course. No offense intended." But Adrian's smile suggests otherwise.
After dinner, Rian pulls me into our room, eyes blazing.
"That male was flirting with you."
"I know."
"You didn't stop him."
"I did. Politely. Because diplomacy." I step closer. "But if you need reassurance..."
I kiss him hard, claiming, showing him exactly who I belong to.
"Mine," I growl against his mouth. "You're mine, Rian Blackwood. And I'm yours. Only yours."
His control shatters. He lifts me, and I wrap around him.
"Say it again," he demands.
"Yours. Always yours."
He carries me to the bed, and what follows is possessive, intense, overwhelming. He marks me everywhere—bites, bruises, claiming me thoroughly.
"Everyone will know," he growls, surveying his work afterward. "Know you're taken."
"Good." I pull him down for a kiss. "Let them know."
The next morning, Adrian sees the marks on my throat, my collarbone—everywhere visible.
His eyebrows rise. "Possessive Alpha indeed."
"Satisfied mate," I correct, smiling. "My husband takes very good care of me."
Rian appears, wrapping an arm around my waist. "Everything okay here?"
"Perfect," Adrian says, backing off. "I'll let you two get back to... newlywed activities."
After he leaves, I turn to Rian. "Feel better?"
"Immensely." He nuzzles my neck. "Everyone knows you're mine now."
"Everyone knew before. You just needed to prove it."
"Guilty." He kisses me softly. "Can't help being possessive of what I love."
"I love your possessiveness." I trace his jaw. "Makes me feel wanted."
"You're wanted. Needed. Worshipped." His eyes are serious. "You're everything, Luca."
"Show me," I challenge.
He does. Repeatedly. Until Adrian leaves the next day and Rian finally relaxes.
"Territorial wolf," I tease.
"Your territorial wolf."
"Yeah. Mine."