Aria
There is something about the silence that fills the vehicle that makes me feel uneasy.
I shrink back into myself, suddenly regret voicing those words out.
Why do I care about his opinion on rogues anyway? It's not as if he's a very nice person either way.
He bought a person!
"Don't talk like that, Aria dear. You're going to be joining my family, we don't tolerate such opinions in my pack." His voice is grim, and I can imagine a pinched look on his face.
Thankfully, I can't see his face.
It suddenly dawns on me that this man is an alpha of a pack.
My brain must have ignored that niggling piece of information due to self-preservation, but if he is an alpha, then he can practically force me to do anything I don't want to do.
"Is your mate okay with this decision?" I ask
