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~Belinda's POV
I smoothed my dress and tried to focus, but the anger bubbled in me so loudly it drowned out everything the masked Alpha was saying.
Alpha Thorne, as he finally introduced himself, stood tall as though the mask gave him strength. "I am Thorne of Bloodmoon Pack," he announced. His words held the faintest trace of pride, but beneath it, I heard awareness, he knew he was in the presence of men more powerful than himself.
He gestured, and one of his attendants stepped forward, holding a large, carefully folded hide. With both hands, the attendant offered it to me. Thorne's gaze shifted my way.
"A gift," he said, "for the lady beside Alpha Damon. The skin of a tiger, hunted in the deep northern woods of Bloodmoon territory. A mark of respect. And my apology, Lady, for not being present at your coronation."
