The Wolf
“I am not letting my mate visit you once a year, Lakar,” I said, pinching the bridge of my nose while Lakar huffed at my back. The Alpha moved to my side and rested his hands at the war table, staring at me as if I was the one who was being unreasonable. I sighed and crossed my fingers while I tried to think in a way I could explain how obtuse he was being without insulting him, “think about it this way. If the father of your mate had demanded for you to return her to him once a year, would you have found that doable?”
“Maybe,” he said through a clenched jaw, lying through his teeth. I rolled my eyes and focused my eyes on Korsag. His demands were even more ridiculous than Lakar’s. For whatever reason these men thought they could come to my territory, and made demands in
