"You are high, Mr. Bridger." I couldn't help laughing at him. "You definitely don't want that. Not with me, at least."
Luther wouldn't have chosen Maeve over me, his destined mate, right? I gave myself to him. He took everything from me that I could offer him, but that wasn't enough. I wasn't enough. Why would he want someone who was practically an orphan? I couldn't bring him an alliance like Maeve could. Then I was a dancer. His pack members would always see me like I was some bar dancer.
But I wanted to prove them wrong. . .Not to them, but to everyone. Whoever humiliated both my mothers. For that, I needed positivity in my life. Something or someone who would keep me occupied all the time, and I knew who was the best fit for the role.
Mr. Bridger didn't say anything, but I saw how t
