Clover
Clover recoiled at the statement. She refused. She may not be wanted by her mate, she thought but that didn't mean she was going to allow anyone to be forced into this. She wasn't going to allow the humans to force this bond with her. But what could she do? She was just a prisoner locked in a cage.
Clover's eyes took in every human there, standing at the glass wall taking her in like she was nothing more than entertainment for them. There was only one pair of eyes looking at her with sympathy. The one they had called Peter. He was the President's son. He was tall and lithe. He had the body of a swimmer. He had deep brown eyes that reminded her of the richest chocolate and brown hair to match. He was as pale as ivory and his face was beautiful for a man.
He was looking at Clover
