I folded my arms, looking at Alpha Evon across the room. "How exactly am I your woman?" I asked, my voice edged with curiosity. I wasn’t sure what I expected—maybe something romantic, something that would hint he felt more than just an obligation. My heart raced slightly as I waited for his response.
He met my gaze, completely unfazed by the question. "Because you're here, Ayra. You belong to me and you're under my protection. Any woman that belongs to me is my woman. It's simple."
"Including the maidens in the mansion? And the female Pack members?"
"Yes," he answered casually.
My shoulders slumped just a little, the disappointment creeping in. That wasn’t what I wanted to hear, not at all. No poetic words, no spark of emotion in his voice. Just cold, simple logic. Of course, I should
