Kael’s POV
Harper’s face goes white, then flushes deep red.
“That’s not—I would never—My father wouldn’t—”
“I don’t want a mate from a backwater pack like this,” I cut her off coldly. “Save your efforts for someone more... suited to your station.”
She flinches as if I’ve slapped her, tears gathering in her eyes.
“I was just trying to be welcoming—”
“You were trying to be appealing. There’s a difference.” I open the door to my quarters and step inside, then turn back to face her stricken expression. “Don’t make this more embarrassing for yourself than it already is.”
The door closes with a decisive click, cutting off whatever response she may have.
Finally alone, I lean against the door and allow myself a moment of genuine exasperation. Blatant flirtation disguised as hospitality—
