He leads me a bit further into the dance floor. Not too far to bring us too much attention, which helps my already raging nerves.
He’s nice. Leo says, but that’s all. Her normally talkative self has been quiet since the rejection. I don’t blame her. My heart hurts at the non-existent bond and her pain as well.
“What is your name?” The man asks me.
“A.. Mona.” I hesitate. Goddess it sounds like I couldn’t remember my name.
“Which pack are you from, Mona?” He asks. I don’t correct him on my name, it doesn’t matter anyway. And who in their right mind would correct a Beta? Let alone one close enough to an Alpha to share a mate.
“Rising Dawn, Sir.” I answer.
“How old are you?” He asks.
“Twenty four, Sir.” He’s quiet for a moment.
“Why does it seem like you were more comfortable danci
