Silvia
I sat on the edge of the couch, breathing shallowly, straightening my spine.
I tried to calm myself down.
I put my hands in a fist on my knees, and my fingernails were deeply embedded in the skin.
Then Alpha Enzo's voice cut through the fog like a blade
"You know," he said, casually leaning against the wall as if he owned the place, "I could introduce you to at least a dozen more suitable Alphas from prominent packs across the continent."
I looked up suddenly, and before I could restrain myself, a laugh came out of my mouth.
Is he serious?
He spoke as if he were giving me a new coat, one that I would wear and throw away.
He didn't understand, and couldn't.
Alpha Sherman is not just a man I happened to meet, love or hate.
He's mine.
He went into
