Garnet POV
Still smarting from body-slamming her mate, Garnet bared her teeth in a snarl as she faced off against Jiro.
“I FORBID IT? Who do you think you are?”
He had the perfect reply, and it stung. “I’m your mate, and what you insisted I become. The Alpha of this pack. With everything going on, this is no time to go romping through the meadows. We have a feast to prepare, a feast that YOU promised everyonet.”
She tried to head-butt him, but he dodged out of the way. “You may be Alpha, but you don’t control me!”
He had a point. She had made him her king. She’d demanded, pressured, lectured, strong-armed him, and run the show ever since that night in the library. Just like Cyran had to her.
She closed her eyes and plunged into the terror of a memory.
* * * * *
SIX MONTHS AGO
She’d learned to recognize Cyran’s moods and his tells, and to adapt to them.