Alex drives the car in silence. Is his mother the mistress of the former Alpha King? I look at him in silence, not having the confidence to ask him about it.
"My illegitimate father and my mother had me before she got married to her mate," he tells me.
I look at him with pain surging through me. I heard that if you tie a knot with anyone other than your mate, the offspring will be rogue, which is the lowest rank of the werewolves. I ponder how bad and low Alex might be feeling. He is as helpless as me.
Alex pulls over the jeep near the vegetable market. Tiny stalls of bamboo are built in long rows with varieties of vegetables displayed, giving an ancient look. People of different ages walk here and there bargaining the prices. The place is polluted with noise.
We walk to one
