“She is Chalmer Basin now,” Larson interjected. “She is mine.”
So Nyx hadn’t gotten what she wanted last night. Did she know who I was last night? I hadn’t told her that I was the new king, only named my previous clan. Since she couldn’t get Larson, had she set her sights higher?
I was careless last night, and so close to my goals. I hadn’t become king to throw it all away over a redhead in a lace dress. Fury replaced my obsession, but I forced it to cool and harden. I would not lose my head over this. I hadn’t given a s**t about her s****l past last night, and caring about it now meant last night meant more to me than I wanted to admit.
She’d used me. I knew she’d used me. It was pointless to care about being another notch in her bed.
Still, I couldn’t abide a wolf who couldn’t respec
