Olivia couldn't remember when she let Aban feel that she was interested in him. Was he daydreaming? Or was it that one glance that she had accidently given him made him think that? As if reading her thoughts, Portia said, "You are the daughter of the Beta of Whiteclaw pack and yet unmarked by your husband. Claiming you as his wife will put Aban as the immediate contender for Sarazin's position."
"And you think I will accept it?" Olivia said sardonically.
Portia shrugged. "You may not accept but would you go to the man who has been defeated by Aban?"
Olivia's eyes were wide as shock flickered through her in icy bursts. The thought of Kaizan losing— Oh god no.
