Emily's pov
Baby.
Baby.
Baby....
That word rang in my head despite the knowing threat that was snarling just a couple of feet from us.
My mind went into a frenzy, thoughts rummaging through my head as I try to think of a possible reason he called me, baby.
My heart leapt.
Was I reading into this too much?
Bryson was soon to be alpha, soon to find his mate who would rule over the pack with him.
And that mate would surely not be me....
Yet, I can't help but wonder why he would call me baby?
Was it a slip of the tongue?
Was it just that....a damn word with no meaning?
I believe it was.
I needed to believe it was.
For my sanity.
To crush the hope that bubbled just under the surface.
He was an alpha.
It was unlikely he'd be my mate.
Not when I was an omega, practically human
