During that first week after Kristine moved out, Aaron had actually tried to speak to me.
"Kelsie," his low, smooth voice had called out from behind a line of stone pillars one evening as I was leaving the training hall. He had stepped into my path, his tall frame blocking the amber dusk light.
"Hold on a second. I need to talk to you."
Panic had flared instantly in my chest. Kristine’s dream guy. The ruthless Alpha. The person who causes chaos just by standing in a room.
"I'm so sorry, Wolf, but I'm late for a mandatory review session with Coach Ryan!" I had blurted out, ducking my head and dodging around his shoulder before he could close the distance. "I really have to go. But maybe, we can have a chat next time?"
Of course I wouldn't.
I had sprinted off down the stone steps, my
