"Luna, it seems to me that you're here to quarrel," Alpha Dren drawled, feigning boredom.
Alpha Ronan sneered, "What do you expect from a woman?"
Reana's head tilted. "And what should I expect from half-men?" Her voice was soft, lethal. "You throw stones like children then cry when someone throws back a mountain."
Alpha Dennis let out a short bark of laughter but nothing about it was amusing. "You've always had a mouth on you, Reana. No wonder your mates couldn't survive it."
The table fell silent. A line had been crossed.
Reana didn't flinch but the coldness in her eyes could freeze a river. "And you've always had a limp between your legs, Dennis. No wonder your mate ran off with a stable boy."
Chairs scraped. Gasps exploded. Alpha Julius choked on his wine, actually amused. Beta Theon muttered, "Oh no."
Dennis rose to his feet. "You bitch!"
