Chapter 9 Catfight

• Honey’s pov.
• I held my tongue as resistance threatened to show its cruel face. In my attempt to control my anger as I was pushed and pulled across the room, the men were obediently following the orders of their precious little alpha, well, maybe not so little.
• My wolf seethed under the surface. A restless energy pulsating as she tried to claw for control. She knew what I was trying to deny, that the alpha king was my mate. There was no reason to accept that, and it was apparent that we could never make it work.