Dean looks across the table at me and smiles.
He is one of the sweetest betas in the pack.
I should be happy we are arranged to marry each other.
But I am not.
I have a secret.
It burns inside me of me.
"Marla? Are you okay?" Dean asks.
I snap back to attention and look at him.
"Yes," I say.
"You're barely touched your meat."
I look at the fresh steak on my plate.
The hunters brought back deer today.
My favorite food, that I usually devour.
I have hardly touched it today.
"Sorry. I was daydreaming."
He looks amused. "What about?"
I blush. "Nothing."
I cannot tell him I am in love with someone else.
I cannot tell anyone.
It is f*******n to seek mates outside the pack.
But that it exactly what my heart desires.
Dean is a good man.
He is kind and honest.
And he will mak
