Ryker's POV
“Don't you think I’m disgusting?” I asked suddenly. The question fell out before I could stop it. And I hated myself for asking it.
She blinked, stunned. “What?”
“You heard me.”
“No.” Her voice was quick. Almost too quick. “No, Alpha. That’s not what I—”
“But you should,” I interrupted. “You should hate the sight of me, hate what I am. What I’ve done. What I could do to you.”
“I do,” she answered, stunning me."I do hate you so much Alpha and if I had a choice, I wouldn't help you."
I stared at her, every muscle taut, pulled between instinct and restraint.
“Then you’re a fool doing something you do not want,” I said darkly.
“Maybe,” she murmured. “But so are you.”
That made me freeze. “What did you just say?”
“You’re a fool,” she repeated, gentler this time. “For know
