Avery’s POV
“Avery! Oh my god, what are you doing here?” Ryan held out a hand to help me up and, stiffly, I accepted. He hauled me to my feet, where I wobbled unsteadily, still panting for breath.
Cautiously, I turned to look the way I’d came, but there was no massive wolf barreling towards me. I guess the Rogue King had called off his pursuit when I’d run into Ryan. That was interesting.
Were Ryan and Zara not working together on this?
I found myself a bit relieved. Even after all his betrayals, I was glad that Ryan didn’t seem to have bought into the idea of forcing me to mate to produce an heir.
I turned back towards Ryan, who was staring at me in confusion mixed with delight. It would almost be touching, if his interest in me wasn’t so infuriatingly less than adequate.
“I am
