Morgan’s POV

Violet stalked close to me, her eyes full of anger. Harry’s eyes widened, he instinctively stepped between us, reaching out to steady her, but she jerked away from his touch and faced me.

“What?” I asked, more startled by her tone than the question itself.

“She just got here, and already you're fawning over her? Catching feelings like some lovesick pup?”

“Violet,” Harry warned, his tone low. “He’s still your Alpha.”

Violet turned to him, eyeing him from head ...