Capítulo 117: Two Can Play The Game, My Prince

[ALANOR]

"Why the hell are you still even here?"

At that voice, Alanor honestly contemplated a lot of things, considering how audacious the lycan woman's voice was. There was a temporary fire in her voice that hadn't been there before. He looked at Fahima and for a moment, he was amazed that she could use her head too.

The woman was right in so many ways, but the answers remained the same.

Alanor didn't give two shits.

He wasn't going to pretend to be worried about a disrespectful lycan woman who had rejected her mate, and was too much of a coward to tell her best friend.

And he certainly wasn't worried about the lycan prince who had gotten his mate and lost him in one night, but was too worried about what Edison would think, to even get the word out that he had found a mate.

These two best friends were hopeless and Alanor would maximize on that without a doubt.