Again, at the pack’s bar. I had been coming here often since my rebirth, but tonight was different. Tonight, I was with Alpha Mich.
He had called me earlier, demanding we meet here.
“What would you want?” he asked, his tone deep and commanding, more of an order than a question.
“Just a drink. Maybe citrus juice,” I replied with a faint smile.
Almost immediately, a waitress appeared with an orange juice set on a ceramic tray. My fingers brushed against the cold glass, but my heart thudded heavily in my chest. No matter how calm I tried to appear, I never felt truly free around Mich. His aura was dangerous. It pressed down on me with the weight of authority- an Alpha aura.
“Your name is…” he began.
“Aria,” I cut in quickly.
His gaze sharpened. “My dead mate’s name.”
A chill slid thro
