DALA
The Alpha’s words still rang in my ears like a slap. Apparently, no, worse than the slap he gave Vander. It crashed into me in slow motion, and my vision was blurred by my tears, slowly trickling down my cheeks.
He was sending me back. Back to a house that had never felt like home and to Aunt Claudette, who always looked at me like I was a burden she was stuck with.
“Please!” I cried desperately, running to the Alpha before he could get to the awaiting vehicle.
Desperation was the thing I understood and felt in that second. My knees moved before I could stop them, and I dropped to the cold floor with a hard thud that could have cost me my bones.
“Please,” I whispered, my voice barely a thread. “I can’t go back. I didn’t mean to hurt Lady Arya. I didn’t know she—” My voice cracked
