Damien’s gaze swung to her. “You said that you would marry me if your mate lost.” “I did,” she agreed easily enough. Her green eyes glittered. “But I never said I wouldn’t stab you in your sleep before you could touch me, steal your pack and free all those people you’ve stolen.” “Bitch,” Trace spat. The growl that ripped from me was completely from my wolf. “Watch yourself,” I warned. Skye smirked at him, her lips pulled back to reveal her teeth. “That’s Alpha bitch to you, bitch.”
