Diara POV
My body shivered at the thought of being in the same room as that ancient Alpha. He was sitting on the sofa, wearing an icy expression sharp enough to cut steel. I stood in the corner of the room. The silence was deafening, and my wolf whimpered inside my mind.
"Come here," he ordered, and my legs moved towards him. He grabbed my chin with his fingers to examine my face. His fingers trailed to my neck, where the mark I loathed lay, and then down to the spot where he had hurt me.
"Your healing is pathetic," he muttered. It was true. I wasn't the fastest healer in my pack. He pulled back and watched me for a long time before he spoke again.
"I chose you because you'll give me the heir I want," he said as though he was talking about today's weather. Is that why he had
