I sigh as Mika and Lace continue to argue over the pack's finances, with Lace wondering why six-thousand dollars were spent on alcohol monthly as Mika tries to move the conversation into a different direction. I have a hunch on why the money was spent that way, one that causes me immense pain every time Mika decides to throw a she-wolf into bed with him. But I will let Lace figure it out on her own.
"Mika, please tell me you did not spend six-thousand on she-wolves?" Lace asks, rubbing the bridge of her nose.
"It was Bastian's idea. He said I needed a mate and would throw lavish parties for me to meet she-wolves!" Mika finally shouts out and I roll my eyes. Of course it would be that bastard's idea, knowing what happens to a she-wolf when her mate screws around with another she-wol
