ed open, I can hardly hear

p you?" She asks

assuming she's your daughter. Alph

stairs. Might

othing but to

I know of him, this Alpha, his pack is a little farther than the ones that usually

me, so the Alpha told him to do so. Part of me wishes that the Alpha would have continued to ignore my existence, just as he di

I know that. I

here for you," my mo

I can go back to the way things were, my lovely, mateless life. Maybe I'll move to the city, live amongst the huma

ill reject me if they find out, but I don't need them in my li

a d

gain, and I steadily mak

l be okay. I've lost people in my life. I know how this works. If only the mate bond was nonexistent—it w

s guards. "To the Alpha, at your pack house. He is with your

ions? "F

ou leave the qu

must not know that he's going to reject me, or maybe she does. Ma

rmur, "let's ma

ke love until the sun dries up the sky. That is at least what the girls daydream about. They dream about the Alpha, what it would be like to be mated to him, the feelings, sensations

ybe making sure that I haven't run away off into the trees. He knows too, doesn

pha blood—a highly desired woman—isn't as good as a Mate. Nothing can replace ones true mate, but I suppose this Alpha Grant has his backup for when

n he comes to a halt. I peer up and realize that we are her

g myself for the in

ust take

hy, which I am clearly not. I am a woman about to be rejected by an Alp

voices further in, and just before I expect to unmask their owners, the guard turns down a hallway. Quite confus

rything wonderful all in one cologne, and somehow, it works. The further down the hall we walk, t

mpact. The guard pushes past, and I have the need to ditch the situation, but it's too late, I too, am inside. He sits in a chair in front of a

at a glass of water when ones been deprived for ages.

place for me, and under his gaze, I shrink to a pulp. This man, this Alpha, my a

at me, ready to stomp on

, "Be ready to

to reject me now? "For?" I murm

e and get you around eight," his voice—words confusing me—sounds like a dr

back past the closed door. Like a drunk woman, I stumble

I do so until we are freed from the pack house, back out in the

choice," he

im with each step. At some point he pauses unt

leave. Morning. Leave. Tomorrow. Be ready. It's causing my stomach to rise. Around e

me, on his way back to wherever he came from. With a moan of tiredness and confusion

eathe, my mother appea

oesn't matter! But I restrain myself. "I can'

ms taken-back. "What? In the

heading for the s

, and I fall back onto my

ldn't make sense. Why on earth would he need me to come with him? It is clear that he had no interest in me whatsoever, so why wast

to his pack as I said, as the gathering is over, but why?

d I wouldn't have them now either. He sat there like a God. Who am I to qu

g to impress him anyway.

a window and bring my face to the net. Th

man walking o