If I had not wanted to spare these old packmates some dignity, I would have already told them that Pinecrest Lodge belonged to my bloodline's holdings.
Seeing my silence, Selene Frostveil lifted her goblet and approached me with a cold smile curling her lips.
"Do you know why I severed our bond back then?" Her voice dripped with contempt. "A male without strength has no right to posture like a true Alpha."
"Drink this down, and I will pretend none of what just happened ever occurred."
I rose slowly from my seat, meeting her gaze without flinching. The scent of her arrogance was thick in the air, mingled with the perfume she used to mask her natural musk.
"Selene Frostveil, I showed you a measure of courtesy, and you actually believe I am still that lovesick fool who would have done anything for you four years ago?"
I turned toward the chamber entrance and called out in a commanding tone that echoed through the lodge.
"Attendant! Bring me the provisions ledger."
"Tonight's entire gathering—every morsel, every drop—goes on my account."