Astrid slowly steps into Zane’s room behind him, worried for her fate and boiling with rage at the same time.
Before anything, she needs to accept his rejection and be sure that there is nothing personally connecting them both together.
“Whiskey?” Zane asks, pouring himself a glass.
“No thanks,” Astrid replies coldly, watching him calculatingly but she cannot read the expression on his face.
Zane empties the glass down his throat and he smirks at her. “You really surprised me Astrid, from one Alpha to another one, hmmm,” he makes a face. “Maybe there is more to you than meets the eye after all.”
Astrid sneers at him, giving into the bitterness that his words create in her heart.
It is clear to her now that in the past, Zane never valued her, never treated her like a woman should be
