Maxwell only shrugged when he caught Zion's accusing gaze, heavy with killing intent and hostility. He could already feel Zion's wolf bristling, fury coiling thick in the air around them.
Yet Maxwell remained unfazed. They were both Alphas—possessive, domineering, and fiercely territorial. Sharing a mate went against everything their instincts dictated. Their minds might understand what was important and what they needed to do, but their primal nature would never easily adapt to such an arrangement, one that defied the very beliefs, practices, and instincts of their kind.
Even so, Maxwell knew he had done nothing wrong. Being physically intimate with their mate wasn't a betrayal; it was a natural urge, a need, a craving deeply ingrained in every werewolf with a fated mate. That truth applied not only to him, but to Addison as well.
