Tara didn’t need to remind me of what I was lacking.
I had no wolf, I didn’t have a good education, and I certainly didn’t have a well-matched background or anything else to bring to a mating. Any pack, let alone a wealthy and powerful pack, wouldn’t have a reason for allowing me to mate into it.
Tara possessed both wisdom and beauty. Although she didn’t curse, she could pierce deep into a person’s inferiority-as she’d just done to me with only a few words.
My tone was flat as I responded. “Ms. Thorin, whether I want to marry into a wealthy pack or not is a different matter. Yes, you are my superior and the CEO of this company, but you can’t interfere in my private affairs, right?”
Tara didn’t expect me to dare to respond to her with anything other than subjugation. Her face darkened.
