ARIA
Rowan Frostbite was the third most powerful Alpha, commanding about two thousand white wolves. His pack was also the third rarest in the world.
And now, this Alpha… this Rowan—was standing before me, his pale grey eyes locked onto mine. His nostrils flared slightly, as if my scent offended him.
“Since she doesn’t have a wolf, I’ll make this quick.” Rowan got to his feet, and I had to tilt my head back to meet his gaze. The way he looked at me made my throat go dry. Every inch of him radiated aura as he stood tall at about 6'1. I never could have expected his next words.
“I, Rowan Frostbite, reject you, Aria Moonstone, as my ma—”
“Aria, are you sleeping?”
I blinked, taken aback by the voice at the door. Who could it be? My heart pounded as I got up and padded towards the doo
