Adrian's POV
I gave him a death stare that usually made alphas wet themselves.
Sebastian just grinned wider. "What? I'm just saying, she's your wife now. Might as well make the most of—" He caught the look on my face and his smile faltered. "Okay, okay, jeez. I know that face. That's your 'I'm about to rip someone's throat out' face."
He held up his hands in surrender. "Message received, brother. I'll stop teasing you and go. Wouldn't want to interrupt you and your drugged bride."
He knocked back his drink, got up, and headed for the door, whistling some obnoxious tune. I seriously considered throwing something at his head.
Wedding night. What a joke. Like I'd ever touch an Ashford like that. The thought alone made me sick. But Blake had other ideas.
Wedding night! he practically howled in my head, getting all excited. Mate! We bond with mate! Make mate ours!
"Shut the hell up," I growled in my mind. "That's never happening."
Want mate! Need mate! Bond with mate now!
