The small bathroom felt even smaller as tension thickened the air. Seraphine’s defiance only fed the growing obsession I felt toward her.
“You mean to tell me you’ve avoided every single pack run since you were sixteen?” I demanded.
“Yes. I have.”
“You’re what? twenty two?”
Her eyes narrowed, clearly offended. “Twenty four.”
“Eight years?”
“An Alpha who knows basic math. Wow.”
I ignored her sarcasm, stepping closer. “How have you managed it?”
“Nothing to do with you.”
“Tell me.”
“No.”
Her mutinous expression warned me brute force wouldn’t work. She was too guarded, too stubborn. I switched tactics, softening my approach just enough to catch her off balance.
“You reacted as if you knew exactly what kind of hell was coming. Something so bad you’d rather endure agonizing pain than
