I smiled at him but I knew my smile didn't reach my eyes, I felt inferior.
I was poor with no bloodline and covered in scars while my mate was from royalty and his parents were well known both in the werewolf world and the human world.
His dad was thee self made billionaire and tech genius Dean Leigh and his mom was Melissa Lou, the established and famous artist who made the Breanora painting.
And my parents? They were six feet under, eating dirt!
"What are you thinking about?" He asked holding my hand and kissing it lightly,
"It's nothing---"
"Don't lie to me Brooke. You seem worked up and I want to know what's bothering you,"
"Well Um, what's going to happen to us?" I asked searching his eyes.
"What do you mean?" he asked caressing my cheek.
"Um our relationship, I'm a slave
