Charlotte
“A god,” she parroted. She wanted to ask more, but again, words were seemingly limited for Charlotte.
He stood in front of her, putting his hands over her temple just where the headache was. His dark red eyes skimmed over her face and his lips turned down into a frown. “You worry far too much, Charlotte. And for the wrong things. I tell you.” He bent to meet her eye to eye. “You are mistaken about the Alpha boy. Your two families were always meant to come together at some point.”
Charlotte noticed the headache slipping away while he spoke, but was too afraid to ask more. Also, again, she couldn’t even form words if she tried.
“Just leave him be, Charlotte. You really should worry about yourself. A tired mother may not make for a good parent. Especially one that is tr
