Chapter 668 My Naughty Mate

*Maddox* I was already worried to death, and my naïve little mate seemed to love driving me insane by constantly throwing herself into danger. Was it so damn difficult for her to understand how much I loved her? We werewolves, especially Alpha and Beta males, were instinctively protective of their mates—we treasured the goddess’s gift more than our own lives. And for me, Blair was my heart, my reason to breathe. Seeing her in trouble made me want to set the world on fire just to keep her safe.