Avery P.O.V.

I heard out of one of the guy's mouths. I didn't see who it was, but I didn't turn away from him. I didn't know that whoever yelled out at the perverted doctor wasn't happy because somehow this doctor was flirting or having a relationship with his mate.

But for a second, I thought he was talking about me. One minute I thought, wow, I am his mate with a smile and warmth in my chest, and the other thing, I thought, oh no! There was no way I was his mate, and I had ...