Calista
I stormed out of Aerion’s office, my emotions all over the place. I was angry, hurt, and bitter. My heels clicked loudly against the floor, each step felt like a nail hammering into the coffin of my foolish hopes. Men were the worst. They had this maddening way of making you feel special, like you were the only one they cared about until they ripped it all away. You would expect I knew better.
Aerion had kissed me. Not just a regular kiss, but one that made me feel like the world had shifted. He had given me a gift, then he told me he was still looking for his mate in the same breadth.
I clenched my fists, nails digging into my palms as the memory replayed. What had I been thinking? That Aerion Drakos, Alpha of GreyHound Pack, would choose someone like me, his secretary, a
