I feel used.
I feel played.
And I know it’s foolish to feel something like this after everything that happened with the Games, but stupidly, I was just hopeful that the Alpha chose me for good reasons.
Maybe he liked me.
Maybe he saw that I could be something.
Maybe he felt that, despite all the others, I was in some way pretty enough.
Good enough.
Not… not just because choosing me would annoy his enemies.
Not because choosing me would make a mockery of the Assembly.
And there was no escaping now.
I was already on a plane bound for wherever their pack is, feeling uneasy and restless, too anxious about reaching the end of the journey and embarking on my new life. It was just a cherry on top that Ajax’s claim has to add to my chaotic thoughts.
Would he give me away when we get t
