Chapter 152 Mated By The Alpha Ch3

• Dinner in the great hall was a performance — long tables stacked with steaming meat, roaring fires, and pack wolves flanking Therone’s throne-like chair at the head. Lyara sat at the far end, eyes burning holes through him with every mouthful she forced down.
• He hadn’t looked at her once.
• Not when he gave orders. Not when Ashley draped herself against his arm, whispering sugar-coated poison in his ear. Not even when Lyara licked the grease from her fingers slow, tongue flashing pink as she locked eyes with him from across the roaring laughter and clattering cutlery.