When Sienna asked me that question, when she looked at me with those eyes that reminded me so much of her mother, I knew there was no escaping it anymore.
I had hidden the truth for too long. Maybe it was time she knew everything—how it all began, how it all went wrong.
I took a deep breath and sat down slowly, the chair creaking under my weight.
My fingers brushed the edge of my glass, and I could feel the hotness of the whiskey in my mouth. I looked at her and sighed. “You want the truth?” I asked softly. “Then listen.”
Sienna relaxed with her gaze fixed on me like I was going to tell her a story she had been longing for.
*
Back then, I wasn’t an Alpha. I wasn’t even close to becoming one. I was just a young man trying to find my place in the world. I wasn’t rich, I wasn’t powerfu
