Declan went rigid, and his sentence cut off halfway through.
The senior figures from the various packs stared up at him in confusion, unable to understand why he had suddenly stopped speaking.
His hand shook around the microphone. 'This can't be happening,' he kept telling himself, but his body left no room for denial.
His s*x addiction hadn't hit him without warning like this in years, not since Nyla became his mate.
Declan drew a deep breath and tried to use their mate bond to suppress the rising urge.
There was nothing there.
His mate bond with Nyla was gone.
Whatever composure he had left vanished. Worse, he could feel himself getting hard, the bulge already obvious against the front of his suit pants.
When Declan looked down, he realized the people below the stage had noticed
