I practically hummed as I followed my trio of husbands back toward the center of the camp. The tension from Talia's little meltdown had evaporated for me the second I tasted victory, though I could still feel the lingering stares of the crowd.
They weren't just staring because of the drama, though. They were staring at us. A wolf king, a silver-scaled serpent, and a snow tiger beast warrior, all circling around one female who had just publicly claimed them with nothing more than a few pecks on the cheek and a sassy attitude.
"Seriously," I said, looking at the three of them. "The way you guys are looking at me, anyone would think I just handed you the moon instead of a kiss."
Noah laughed, the sound deep and finally relaxed. "In this kingdom, Little Tiger, what you just did is a lot more rare than the moon."
So, it's usually the men doing the flaunting and not the females, right? The females feel so entitled that they expect their males to do everything for them.
