Third POV
Sammy froze, choking on the large chunk he had bitten. Daphne immediately dropped her food, which was a rarity, and jumped on her friend, tapping him gently on his back. Luckily, it was nothing serious, and Sammy ended up spitting the unchewed meat that was about to end his life.
Amal hadn't uttered another word. The realization that his mate wanted to reject him made him pale. A thin layer of sweat covered his face as his breathing became heavier. Daphne turned to face him awkwardly. “Amal…” she called tentatively. Beta's gaze found hers. He was looking at her, but not really looking. A million thoughts were running wild in his head. His wolf made everything more erratic as it demanded to come out and mark their mate before he rejected them. “Calm down…” Daphne cooed. The popping vein on his forehead showed precisely how worked up he was.
