Faking interest was easy.
She walked toward me hesitantly, fear clouding her hazel-green eyes, her every movement laced with uncertainty. Weak. Fragile. Predictable.
Pathetic.
Yet, as much as her presence disgusted me, I forced a look of understanding onto my borrowed features.
Let her think I’m here to help.
Her voice was small, almost childlike, as she asked, “Do you know of any place I could hide? I don’t know where I could, and I don’t want to talk to Alpha Kody about a certain subject.”
My fingers twitched at the sheer audacity of her words. Not wanting to talk to Kody? The nerve of this little human.
How dare she reject my son, the Alpha of this pack, as if she had any real choice?
I wanted to slap her. To remind her exactly who she was dealing with.
But I held myself in che
