“I’m not in the mood for another argument, Mason,” My tone came out sharper than I intended.
He sighed, the sound heavy with frustration. “You walked out in the middle of dinner. That’s not the behavior of a Luna.”
I spun to face him, my eyes blazing. “And what about the behavior of an Alpha? Is parading your mistress in front of the pack acceptable now?”
He flinched, the truth of my words cutting deeper than I expected. “Claire is part of this pack—”
“She is not part of this pack,” I interrupted, my voice rising. “She’s a parasite feeding off your weakness.”
His jaw tightened, his golden eyes hardening. “You’re letting your emotions get the best of you again.”
I laughed bitterly. “Emotions? Is that what you call anger at being betrayed? Tell me, Mason, when did I become so disposable to you?”
He didn’t answer, and the silence was louder than any words he could have spoken.
“I am sick of having the same argument over and over,” I said, turning away. “Just go back to your dinner and let me have a little moment of peace. It’s not like I can leave anyway.”