As if nothing had happened, he set the flowers on the threshold altar and tossed the dead blooms into the refuse pit.
"We're bonded mates—one pack, one soul. Those females out there? They're just entertainment."
"You should understand that." He stepped closer. "Can we stop this nonsense?"
The scent clinging to his fur wasn't mine.
That cloying sweetness of another Omega's heat-musk turned my stomach. I stepped back instinctively, and my clawed hand connected with his face before I could think. I threw the bond severance agreement at him.
"Rogan."
"Scent-betrayal during our mating bond. Fraudulent transfer of pack resources. Every tribute you spent on Lyra." My voice was ice. "You have two choices."
I watched his expression freeze.
"Option one: sign, and we sever our bond with dignity."
Rogan picked up the agreement, staring at me in disbelief.
"Option two: fight me before the Pack Council." I held his stunned gaze. "Less dignified, but you'll still walk away with nothing."
Rogan ripped the parchment in half with a violent jerk. A cold laugh escaped him.
"Selene!"
"You're dreaming!"
"Walk away with nothing?"
"Who the hell do you think you are!"