Listen here, sweetheart. I know you're perfectly capable of handling yourself. Bloody hell, you're a lioness. Could probably tear that poor bastard apart without breaking a sweat. But that doesn't mean I'm gonna stand there while some other hybrid gets a little too comfortable with what's mine. You're my mate, love. My lioness. And every bloody instinct I've got tells me to keep you close, make sure you're safe, and remind every other male in this room that you've already got an alpha who'd do anything for you. Now, c'mere, gorgeous. Your stubborn old lion wants some attention.