She just stands there looking at me and then she smiles and step closer.
“You are way prettier than thay are saying..” she compliments.
I flush because it is coming from a pretty girl like her so I know she means it.
“thank you.” I tell her. She nods still looking at me like I am a maths problem she’s trying to solve.
“so I’m going to take a leap here and assume you are not a kidn*pped bride that our alpha has hidden here?” she asks.
I look confused and then shocked.
“people say that about me?” I ask her surprised.
“i’m also going to say your father didn’t sell you to the pack...” she says grimly.
At this point my eyes are so open with shock and my mouth drops open to.
What type of father will sell his daughter to someone else? Do fathers actually do that to people they are suppos
