Chapter 63

"Get over yourself, dear," Francisco drawled. "You might be a demon’s wet dream, but you’re way out of your league when it comes to the new Luna of your ex-pack. I heard she was human. Every werewolf knows they accept nothing less than perfection, but Alpha Rhye mated her. Why is that?"

Jasmine barely smiled. Her years as a whore had taught her that any man could be controlled.

It was all a matter of uncovering the right buttons to push.

"I could have the alpha on his knees if I wanted," she purred, "but men have more shortcomings beyond just an incapability to think of anything besides their cock."

"And those would be?"

"Overblown egos and a ravenous need to flex their testosterone." Jasmine wiggled her curls. "I set the trap, and he walks in. Bringing the sweet little luna with him."

"You’re in over your head, my sweet."

"Unlike you, my lord, I have a spine."

"Until Rhye rips it out."

Jasmine’s smile dwindled, a ferocious chill of une