Why is everyone calling me Consort?" "Jim designated you as Consort in official papers. You don't want to be called Mate, calling you Alpha is confusing, and 'Beast Lady' makes people laugh.

He snarled. I showed him my teeth. A rolled-up newspaper landed on my head and then on Jim’s. “None of that in my house!” Oh my gods. The alpha of Clan Cat just got smacked with a rolled-up newspaper.

I looked at him. "You really need to work on your threats. I can't tell if you're threatening me or inviting me for tea.

Yep, Atlanta was burning. Again.

Would you like to borrow a pair of my panties to wave around at the next Council meeting to get the point across?” His eyes flashed. “Got any to spare?” I could’ve picked somebody rational. But no, I had to fall in love with this arrogant idiot. Come to the Keep with me, be my princess. Mourn me when your crazy dad kills me. Yeah, right.

He'd laugh in my face, then I'd slice him to ribbons and then he'd break my neck

Is there anything else you need to tell me?” Every time I look at you, I have to put a leash on myself. “No.