Raul's POV:
I almost barked at Seth for interrupting my private time with the slave, I mean Olivera, but for the fact that my gamma wouldn't just chime in if the matter wasn't grave or serious. But I so wished that he had come at a later time, perhaps when I have sated my hunger and thirst for a sexual encounter with my mate. Her jealousy had been phenomenal and cute; watching her get angry had been a turn on. But she didn't know. If she had, she would have just kept quiet and let me drop a kiss on her mouth and then leave. She had been angry about my mistress, Azeera. If only she knew that Azeera's eyes couldn't turn me on, nor could her voice do the magic. What we had was just a matter of convenience, something that was already threatened by her{Olivera} presence.
