"Such a bold statement, my friend," Thorne continued, a slow smile spreading across his lips. His gaze flickered back to Issa, lingering on her collar, on her neck for a while, then on the rich dress. "Bringing a... human Collar to an Alpha's feast. And in such fine attire." His eyes danced with mischief; he was clearly enjoying the discomfort he was causing.

Thorne straightened up slightly, his voice dropping, though the mocking tone remained. "Tell me, Val, does this mean that… this ...