Nathan rubbed his forehead. His headache was building. Despite being as old as he was, over five hundred, he would never be old enough to not be irritated at pack squabbles. “From the top, please. Adon, you go first. Why should you get Ms. Foreman as your property until the auction?”
He heard a growl from the blonde in the room and glared at Gideon until he stopped. At least being pack lead afforded him some power over these idiots.
“You killed my pet.” Adon complained. “I wasn’t done with her yet. It was my turn, you shouldn’t have let that one,” he jabbed a thumb at Gideon who was tense on his chair, “touch my angel. According to our rules, I get next pick.”
Nathan nodded. “I apologize, it was necessary for me to demonstrate the place that Ms. Foreman has with us for the moment. Coul
