My attempt at conversation with Gianna was seriously flailing. I was obviously not as good with the charm as I hoped I was. Not that I ever really needed it before. I was an Alpha for god’s sake, women in and around the pack usually threw themselves at me, knowing my title. Not that I was ever fussed by that, knowing they were simply after me for the title. If anything, it had repulsed me. It certainly made it hard to know who was genuine and who wasn't.
And then I had met Brooke and things had changed. She was the one meant for me, and all women had ceased to exist in my mind. Shame she had not felt the same way upon meeting me. Maybe then I would not have ended up as hurt as I did.
Maybe the lack of charm was why she decided to look elsewhere? I found myself questioning. ‘Do not sta
