Phoebe wasn’t sure how she felt as she watched Prince Achan enter. She vividly recalled his leering gaze throughout Jason’s duel as if he was trying to undress her in his mind. Even more disturbing was the possessive gleam in his eyes, as if she was his despite the fact she was Jason’s mate. The prince’s arrogance knew no bounds if he didn’t hesitate to claim what belonged to another.
“Stop it!” Achan commanded as the she-wolves continued their wrestling match. Growling, he stomped forward, yanking Katrina off the other and tossed her aside. “I said, STOP!”
They shrank away from his aura, catching their breath. He glared at his pawns. They were disgusting, inadequate in every way, lacking poise, dignity and intelligence. The only she-wolf in the room who had control of those virtues was
