I used Muir as a pillar, leaning my back against his, my voice low. "Face me without Cloud Nine's guest tag, and I will make the rumors seem like sweet lullabies compared to what reality will bring."
"Oh?" Lazark exclaimed, sounding satisfied for successfully provoking me into responding, "What are you hiding behind your mask? It must be a very dangerous secret if you are this defensive."
"The Cloud Nine's guest tag," I insisted.
Lazark chuckled, "Very well. I'll take you up on that offer," he handed Muir the resort's bracelet. 
My boys had better things to do than to chase away my suitors all day, every day. They had territories to rule, businesses to manage, and cubs to take care of. The least I could do was to play along with the rumors they spread and have fun doing it. Their own allure, however, made many doubt the truth behind the rumors, making them want to join the pack still (not to be with me but with my boys).
I lifted my mask, mouthing in their direction: I hope you will finally step up your game and stop increasing my collection. The amount of dicks I can handle is limited.
"Do we kill him now or later?" Mitchell asked, watching the male in question.
"Now," Curtis said, ready to rip Lazark into pieces.
They stared at Lazark, who seemed frozen in place, unsure whether he was shocked or offended. He probably didn't expect the owners to make a one hundred eighty degree turn on him so fast.
"Let's make him regret even talking to her," Mitchell suggested, cracking his knuckles.
"Let's do it," Bart agreed.
"Didn't I say I'm not interested in pursuing her?" Lazark protested, "I was just curious."
"We. Don't. Care," they responded, "You decided to come here because of her, so we have to make you regret your decisions."
Lazark laughed, not taking them seriously, "But I haven't done anything yet."
"And we plan to keep it that way."
"..." Lazark was speechless. He didn't have a chance to speak before they shifted and surrounded him, their beast auras filling the air. His pupils constricted, and he quickly shifted in self-defense.
I leaned against a faraway tree, calling Skaris through the spouse imprint, "Come help our boys; we have a pest problem."
"Got it," Skaris answered.
I touched my mask. People were curious, and you know what they say about curiosity and cats?
I whistled and cheered, "Scar him up so no other female will ever touch him! You hear me?! I want him in my collection! No one can have him except me! Yeah! Knock his teeth out. Make him bleed, make him kneel, make him beg!"
A hand covered my mouth, stopping me from encouraging further violence, and dragged me deeper into the forest.
"What did I miss, Princess?" 
"Drama, chaos, and more drama."
"Ah, same old." Romeo chuckled, his fingers brushing my chin, "What did he do?"
"He thought I was all bark and no bite."
"Poor soul."
"It's not every day I can act like a crazy, old, and ugly female, who can't obtain a male by normal means, and has to use forbidden arts to get my hands on one," I grinned, hiding within the tree branches.
"Ah, Mitchell's rumor... that one was quite popular for a while," Romeo commented, watching the fight from the treetop.
The flying lizard roared, his dragon tail slashing the trees, making them fall like dominos.