Alistair stared at me, incredulous.
He must have thought I was either naive or foolish to turn down such terms.
“How about I make you a deal? Agree to this, and I’ll stay.”
“Name it.”
“Twenty percent of say in the pack.”
Alistair’s face darkened.
“Think it over. If you agree, I’ll patch things up with Adrian. He can keep a whole pack of mistresses—third, fourth, fifth, I won’t care. He can bring them home, flaunt them in front of me, and I’ll clear the bed for them with a smile.”
My tone was light, my expression indifferent.
Outside, I sensed a presence—Adrian, lingering in the shadows.
He must have rushed back and heard every word.
I could almost feel the way his heart ached at my words.
He must have thought of the she-wolf I once was: the one who looked at him like he hung the
