Chapter 8

Athena's POV

As I looked down at the women in front of me, I leaned back in my throne. As I looked at all of their faces, the thought of getting a headache danced on my forehead. With each face, I felt more and more upset.

As Amoux brought more women into the room, a small crease began to form between my eyebrows.

"What is it?" I asked with a mix of anger and irritation in my voice. Seeing all these faces I didn't know made me mad. I hated being in a crowd.

Amoux frowned when I asked him my question, and then he looked at the women, confused, and then back at me.

"Why? Didn't you tell me to bring them?" He asked in a hurry. I could also tell that he was upset by the lines on his face. We were having more trouble than I thought because of this.

All because of that stupid bond between mates.

I took a deep breath to get myself back together. I was about to lose my cool. I didn't realize how hard it would be.

"I told you how I wanted them, the women," I said, glaring angrily at the women.