Venessa’s POV
“Trust me,” he said coolly, “with a wolf like that, you need a powerful man.”
The contempt in his words stung, igniting anger deep in my chest. Fate had truly cheated me this time. If I had met him whole standing in my Alpha strength I would have taught him a lesson he’d never forget. But in my current state, humility had been forced upon me like a second skin.
I dropped to my knees immediately.
“I am not worthy, Beta,” I said, lowering my head. “I could never be worthy. It is a great honor but I would be deceiving you. I am ill. That is why I was gathering herbs at the border. I only want to live the rest of my life in peace. The doctor says I have eight months left.”
It was truth woven carefully through lies.
Higher-breed wolves could sense deception especially Lycans
