Third Person's POV
"You're a Lycan, Alpha of the Blackthorn Pack. If you sought a mate, countless Alpha daughters would vie for your attention. Yet you choose a she-wolf abandoned by her mate. Are you mad?"
Lance's pheromones solidified, slicing through Priscilla's priestess robes.
"I don't want to hear such words again. If you dislike her, you needn't live in the Blackthorn Pack. It's comfortable here in the palace."
A hint of hurt flickered in Priscilla's eyes before she unleashed her authority. "What did you say? You'd disown me for that… that former bondmate? Lance, you're such a bastard!"
Once, Priscilla's overwhelming pressure would have suffocated Lance.
But like the boy who cried wolf, while it once overwhelmed him, Lance had grown stronger.
Now, her fury merely signified he
