“Please--!” Lilith turns to the reception girl. She has so much to plead with, but so little came out of her throat.
Lilith wants to say that he is just trying to sabotage her, but he is Orion Hawthorne; his last name alone would be much more valid than all her words. She could explain her history with him; she could even lie, but why would a reception girl take her side over the prince of the pack?!
“Pelase, I just want to sign up for myself,” Lilith dares not let her tone be too stern. It’s her rights, but it’s not how the world works.
“Lil, let’s talk sense, okay? I’m trying to spare you the humiliation of competing with normal wolves.” Orion grips Lilith's wrist. She doesn’t need to compete with Hannah in the match to be his. She IS his.
Lilith can’t swing him off, and she has no s
