Third Person's POV
"It's normal for Esmond and me to dine together. We're mates," Camellia said, forcing calm, her wolf eyes blazing at Lionel.
"But you, as his uncle—" She was cut off as he suddenly loomed closer.
Lionel's cedar aura flared hot, his wolf-tooth choker clinking coldly against his collarbone. "Pushy? Wasn't it you who first tempted me?"
His finger traced her neck, where the cedar lingered from their hotel encounter. "The full moon night, your red dress, and your plea to 'mark me.'"
Camellia's wolf ears burned crimson, her temporary mark searing with shame.
"The hotel was an accident!" she retorted. Suddenly, Lionel unleashed his full Starlight Pack Alpha aura. Glasses in the private box shattered.
"Accident or not," his voice grazed her earlobe, fangs nearly piercing
