Madison Frost
Clark and I sat on a nearby bench. He leaned forward with his elbows resting on his knees. I crossed my ankles, my hands gripping the bench. My stomach twisted with nervousness. I had a feeling Barrett was now my mate, but I still really liked Clark. With him, there were no obligations, no titles, just us.
“I heard the news,” he exhaled. “So, you’re a princess now?”
I sighed. “I had no idea until my grandparents claimed me. My father never mentioned my mother’s family.”
There was silence for a moment until I cleared my throat.
“I never lied to you, Clark. I enjoyed our time together.”
He glanced at me from over his shoulder. “Me too.”
“I hope we can still be friends, and I promise Barrett…”
“Barrett?” he exclaimed.
“I mean, Alpha Barrett,” I corrected. “He won’t be a
