Talon’s POV (Alpha, Green Moss Pack)

My wolf, Leo, had been howling since morning—growling at me nonstop to quit what he charmingly referred to as my “whoring activities.”

I didn’t get it.

Every girl I touched, kissed, or screwed made him twitch with fury like he was the Pope of Purity.

“Hold off till we find our mate,” he kept saying like a broken record.

But come on, the brunette beneath me? A walking ...