Maris’s jaw tightened, her dark wolf ears pinning flat against her head in momentary offense, but she quickly forced a sharp, mocking smile. "Yes, I agree to it," she said, lifting her chin proudly. "Unlike some royal, spoiled she-wolves who only want everything for themselves, I understand what it means to sacrifice for the pack. If you're so desperate for a pup of your own just to feel useful, Lane, then you can have it. I don't mind."
Maris took a slow, predatory step closer, bridging the distance until she was standing right in front of the desk. Shamelessly, she reached out and grabbed Lane’s hand, her grip tight and challenging.
"In fact, I’m ready to share everything with you. Even sharing Ethan in bed. I’d actually love to see which one of us is the better fit for him."
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