“I don’t have a rank.”
“And?” He questioned as if he couldn’t see the problem.
Do I have to spell it for him?
“You are a Lycan, from what I gathered, all of you have arranged proposals. Unless you are asking me to become your mistress?” My voice came out sharper and stronger than I had expected.
The anger and disappointment of him even suggesting that idea was taking over me.
“What?” He questioned, and that only made that burning feeling inside me worse.
As if he had poured gasoline straight into a fire.
I pushed him away, but Kartein grabbed my wrist and pulled me against him.
“Stop, I want to leave. Now. I might be an orphan, a wolf without a rank, but that doesn’t mean you can use me as a plaything,” I barked out.
I swear, if I could, I would have escaped by now.
“A mi
