Chapter 95 – A Wolf's Instincts

• I narrow my eyes at Orion when I see him stiffen in his chair, see his lips flicker like he is fighting a snarl. His eyes move past me to where Anton and Beatrice are presumably sitting, on their own stupid date. But I resist the urge to turn too – even though it’s one hell of an urge – and instead keep my eyes set on the Prince.
• “I guess you’re right,” I say, leaning back in my chair and folding my arms over my chest, unhappy about it. “I guess if we’re fated mates it doesn’t matter...”
• But my words fade away when I see Orion’s chest begin to heave a little bit as he refocuses his eyes on me now, his eyes narrowing, his mouth flattening out into a thin line. Because…is he…is he angry?