*Everly*
My stomach lurches at the truth of his words. my father had protected me from the gossip and rumors, and in doing so, he had given me false expectations. I thought I would marry a ranked wolf, an Alpha or beta, and now I am discovering I am not worthy of the lowest omega.
Studying this man, I see no kindness in his features, no compassion, no sympathy. Yet he had come after me, carrying me through the rain. Because he thought he owned me, or is it because as he had said, he knows what it is to be where I am? But how could that be when he is the third son of a very high ranking Alpha?
“I’ll have your answer now,” He says.
“You won’t even allow me the kindness of sleeping on it?” I ask.
He shrugs. “I told you last night that I am not kind.”
But I can see that he is strong, imp
