Chloe's POV
Derek's gaze was riveted on me, his expression a puzzle of unanswered questions. He looked at me as if he was seeing me for the first time, the city lights reflecting off his curious eyes.
His forehead creased in a frown, his mind visibly whirling with questions. Why was I here in the city, alone and unwanted? How did I end up birthing Mara, the beautiful three-year-old angel who had his eyes? Was it possible that Alpha Dexter, the aloof and dominant leader of our pack, had denied his own blood?
His lips parted as if to voice these queries, but he held back. It was late, the evening already giving way to the quiet of the night. Little Mara was fast asleep, her soft snores a comforting rhythm in the otherwise silent room.
Derek decided to wait, to let me catch my breath. I
