“Do you want me to explain?”
Frowning, Arabella followed Rhys's gaze and, realizing he was staring at Ilyan Wayward, who was looking back at them, rather coldly, found herself huffing.
"I don't owe him any explanation and, besides, if he's stupid enough to misunderstand something about you and me, I'll be sincerely grateful to him!" replied she dryly.
The sooner Ilyan understood that she had no intention of becoming his Luna, the better for everyone.
"He's a good Alpha."
“You are too, much better I might add, so what?” commented Arabella, sulkily. “If I wanted to be Luna of some well-known pack, I would have imitated Celestia and rolled eyes at you or turned to Tristan Varaden.”
“Would you have?” asked her Alpha Seyimour, smiling, taking her words with due irony.
“No, actually not.
