SHE can"t believe what Ashley is saying. She was being paired to the all mighty alpha of the Blue Moon Pack. Hat is something that could only happen in her wildest dream.
Aly can see herself sometimes in the mirror, or on the reflection of water. She is aware of how she looks. She has this pretty expressive jawline, her face has a little freckle on it, and she has this brown, a little bit curly of hair. She looks nothing special; she is neither pretty, nor gorgeous maybe.
"Ashley, you know that I will never be the perfect woman for him," she said to her friend. Ashley looks doubtful, and does not agree with what she said.
"What do you mean? You are pretty," she said to her.
"I am not, you know that I am not special, and in fact there are lots of pretty women here inside the pack terri
