Ares looked relaxed, leaning back in his chair, but his body and mind were anything but calm, taut muscles braced against the storm raging inside him. His jaw clenched, his hand twitching against the armrest as his wolf's voice clawed through his mind.
She's ours, the wolf snarled, guttural and fierce. Rhea is our mate. I'll take no other. Not that mutt Nikki or whatever her name is. I want her or no one.
Fenris, Ares' thought cut back sharply, cold and deliberate. Have you forgotten what her bloodline did? Her father is the reason our parents are dead. Even if the Moon Goddess tied her to us, I have every right to reject her. How can you be so eager to mate with someone like her?
Someone like her? Fenris' snarl reverberated through his skull, raw and dangerous. First, no one truly caught her father in the act. It was Eberhard's word against his. Second, don't you dare insult our mate like that again.
