That was the reason behind my visit to her the next day.
Alpha Rolland’s words still echoed in my chest, “Win her.”
I didn’t go with flowers. I didn’t go with pride.
I went with my heart in my hands and hope burning quietly behind my ribs.
But what she gave me in return…
It wasn’t rejection.
It was a blade.
“Apologize all you want,” she said, her voice cold, eyes colder. “But you will never be more than a slave in my eyes.”
She didn’t shout.
She didn’t scream.
She didn’t need to.
Those words… they tore through me clean.
Not because they were unexpected, but because they were the truth, her truth.
She didn’t hate me because I was arrogant.
She didn’t hate me because I embarrassed William.
She hated me because of where I came from. Because of what I was born into. Because the
