POV: Chloe
Tristan's frown was immediate, a slight, sharp crease between his brows, the expression of a man unaccustomed to being refused small things by the one person he wanted them from most.
He reached again…
This time his hand closed over mine before I could move, fingers lacing through with a firm grip, as if demanding my submission.
He drew me in against his side with the quiet authority of someone who had already decided this argument was finished.
"Behave," he said, low and even, when I shifted my weight trying to put space between us. I let out a breath that was more or less a laugh, except it wasn't funny.
"Forgive me, Alpha," I said, keeping my voice sweet and level and pointed as a blade,
"I would hate to accidentally offend you or one of your lovers at an important
