Unknown POV
I watched as Trisha stumbled toward the woman’s bathroom. Her mate was preoccupied with one of my men, who bad diverted his attention by threatening to make her his. I felt no pity as I knew Gavin would not show mercy. My men were nothing more than pawns to me. I ducked into a shadowed corner and shifted, becoming Gavin. Fire rose oil adorned my skin to mimic the mate bond. I had developed an immunity to it over the centuries. It’s toxins didn’t affect me anymore.
My eyes turned black with lust as Trisha’s heat scent wafted to me. Surely the Prince wasn’t so daft as to not realize his mate was in heat? But then again, he had been resisting the bond and had been distracted trying to woo her. His wolf had been turning feral as a consequence and likely was unable to communicate
