FENRIC'S POV

FUCK THIS!

I'm not letting my mate be scared of every fucking damn thing.

I'll be damned before that happens.

Stalking my way towards her, I turn my attention away from my brothers and to her, holding her gaze with mine.

I ignore whatever gibberish Nyall's currently saying for me to calm down.

Calm is the last thing I feel now; I'm fucking livid!

Why the goddamned hell should our mate be afraid to take 'gifts' from us?

Yes, afraid; the scent of her fear was so strong just ...