The Rejection.
Aria
A mate to a rogue...
"No."
He looks surprised, and I doubt my words. My voice is scratchy, and tears have dried in my eyes so much, it's hard to see.
"No?" He asks.
I nod. "I can't do it. I'm—I'm sorry. I want to get revenge on the monsters who killed my grandmother, but I—I just can't."
Why can't I?
Because in a way it feels like I'm tainting my grandmother's memory.
I am Aria Flynn, the last direct blood of the Flynn pack.
But most importantly, I am Luna Flynn's granddaughter. My grandmother would turn in her grave if she knew I was even talking to a rogue.
And a mate to the rogue King?
"You want to go back to that pack? The one who wants you dead?" Disbelief coats his tone.
Why does he care anyway? It's not like he's worried about me.
He just wants to u
