“I am sorry, Alpha,” Oldrin said, her voice quiet and resigned.
She apologized without revealing the truth, unable to bring herself to speak it aloud. She knew Rollo had already pieced it together, seen through her hesitation, but fear and shame held her back, keeping the secret locked tightly behind her trembling lips.
“I didn’t ask for your apology, Oldrin. I asked a damn question. Don’t dare divert it, or make me repeat myself,” Rollo snapped,.
Oldrin froze, unable to read the storm behind his eyes. Of course he should be angry. Fear gripped her chest, cold and suffocating, and she knew in that moment she was as good as dead if she didn’t answer correctly.
“Please,” she whispered, desperation shaking her voice.
“Oldrin, speak,” he growled in irritation. He hated having to repeat hi
