"Sybil carries my cubs, Sybil is part of the pack!" He argues, arm stretched to still hold onto the bed even as he takes a couple of steps closer towards Aria.

"And I know better, same as Lucien knows better and decides who eats and when. I know when he needs to be on top, I know when the moon changes and he wants to be fucked. I know he dreads the vegetarian shite you force on his table..."