Cara's POV
I look at Alaric’s beautiful blue eyes, his chiseled jawline, his perfectly disheveled dark hair.
He’s absurdly handsome, the picture of a perfect man. An Alpha King no less, he had power and prestige to go with his devilish good looks.
And I finally realize that I don’t want anything to do with him. All I should care about now is my baby. After all he’d put me through over the last few weeks, I had nothing left to give him.
“No,” I say simply.
“No?” His body freezes, not sure he’s heard me.
“I said no,” I reply coolly.
He scoffs, “What do you mean, ‘no’?! Isn’t this what you wanted?!”
He’s incredulous. Clearly he wasn’t expecting a rejection. An Alpha never does.
I can feel my wolf, Lucy, frozen in my mind. She’s watching all of this very intensely, not daring to speak
