She moved with slow, deliberate intent, her hand trailing up his inner thigh before settling suggestively over his groin. Then, as if to provoke, she looked straight at Addison and gave her a smug, knowing smirk.
The Chieftain kept his gaze fixed on Addison, clearly watching her for a reaction.
Addison's brows furrowed slightly. She didn't look away, but her expression remained unreadable. Internally, she was unsettled, not by jealousy, but by the complete lack of restraint. She reminded herself that Tigren customs were vastly different from her own.
Yes, both werewolves and Tigrens were shifters, and both were known for their strong appetites and insatiable carnal desires, but there was a key difference: control.
In werewolf society, especially among royals, self-restraint and dignity were deeply instilled. Etiquette wasn't just tradition; it was a mark of strength. And flaunting carnal desires in the middle of a diplomatic negotiation? That was unthinkable in her world.
