“We both know the game, V,” I say, softly this time. “But if you aren’t up for it, you need to take it up with your father.”
Her gaze narrows. I can sense her frustration, but I know she can’t say no. But I can’t be the one making compromises for her.
“I’m all in for this, for whatever we have going on. But disrespect? That’s not part of the deal.” Her voice carries a note of finality.
My alpha ceremony is just around the corner, and I don’t want to unbalance the apple cart. But there’s no way I’m promising things to Vanessa that I know I won’t be able to give.
I push my foot to the pedal, picking up speed on the empty highway. Two hours later, the car rolls to a stop in front of Vanessa’s sleek cabin and she steps out without a word or a backward glance. That works for me.
I drive a
