“But I didn’t give you this chance out of pity,” he continued. “Don’t mistake that. You’ll train hard. You’ll be held to our standards. If you fail, you’ll fall. I don’t carry dead weight.”
“I wouldn’t expect you to,” I said quietly.
After a while, I broke the silence that had settled between us, still wrapped in the scent of flowers and strange comfort.
“Who is Lady Megan?” I asked softly, pretending to study the petals of a nearby bloom. But really, I was watching him. Watching how his posture shifted. Watching for the tell.
Alpha Black glanced at me, the slightest flicker of surprise in his expression. Like he hadn’t expected the question.
“Megan’s my sister,” he said after a pause.
Then he just looked at me. As if he was waiting for my reaction. Like my response would say somethi
