Alpha Roan.
“Aurora?” I find her in the Pack house after a long drive, supposedly for work, but my mind was anywhere but. She looks up from her office desk.
“Yeah.”
I stand there, feeling uncharacteristically awkward. I know what I want to ask. It’s all I could think about during the meeting with the High Circle of Claw. But actually forming the words feels… exposing.
“Roan? What is it?” she prompts.
“Is she alright?”
Her brows pull. “Who?”
“The whore.”
Aurora rolls her eyes at the nickname. “Of course… she—” She stops mid-sentence and narrows to study me. The surprise on her face morphs into dawning understanding. Damn it. Now I have to explain.
“Daryl gave me an aphrodisiac. So I wasn’t in the state of mind I would have wanted to be in. I think you should get Madeline to chec
