It wasn’t until an anguished cry broke through the haze that Rhys came back to himself. He pushed the spent and bewildered Ragnar back into the depths of his mind.
Standing before his pack, lipstick-stained face and genitals exposed, he was suddenly aware of his very vulnerable position. Although many of the pack were still cheering and laughing at the show, the guests of the Alpha table were standing by, stone-faced and clearly embarrassed.
In a flash, Dylan was at his side, safety-pinning the front of his trousers. The Beta then handed him a napkin and muttered angrily “For Goddess’ sake, Rhys, clean yourself up. I’m going to go check on Livia”
Livia!! At his mate’s name, he turned towards the Alphas and Lunas standing by. Livia wasn’t among them, neither was his mother. The former A
