“What bargain?” Ansel asked—repeated—with sarcasm that could have earned him a punch if Alain’s hand was not on the wall, his other on his hips.

            “Are you mocking me?”

            Ansel choked on a nervous laugh. “You seriously did not remember our bargain.”

            By Alain’s body language, he doesn’t like where this is going. “As far as I have remembered, we never had a bargain.”

            “You’re right,” the Fire Moon Alpha stalked towards him, eyes boring straight to his soul. “We never have a bargain. But we just did. Now.”

            Alain flashed his teeth, growling. “You cunning piece of—”

            “Hear me first before you bark curse words at my face!” In...