126-Rona Vs. Bedwarmers Round 2

Rona’s POV

“Where is the whore who thinks she can claim my mate?” I ask, entering the lobby.

Garrett looks shocked, but recovers quickly.

“GJ, Honey,” she’s short, just a little taller than my mom. Long black hair, not much there in the chest or ass, or waist or arms, she does have a pretty face. I’ll give her that much. “Thank the goddess, you haven’t mark her yet! I know the mate bond is strong at first, but it will fade, and you will see reason. I just wanted to tell you I will be here when the fog clears.”

She attempts to touch Garrett, but I step between them.

“The Fog? I guess all these years alone have clouded your judgement. You seem to have forgotten what the mate bond feels like. Would you like to take a poll of the mates in this Packhouse? Let’s see if the ‘fog’ clears, shall we?” I say, looking down on her.

“Listen pup,” she actually is pointing a bony finger at me. “You are too young, too impulsive, and too ill-tempered to be Luna here.”

I cock an eyebrow, “oh really? We