SOLANA
My husband was dead serious. I could tell from the look on his face. But what I couldn't tell was his expectation. This was a test, I knew that much. But silly old me wasn't thinking about myself. Not really. Instead, I was thinking of his expectation.
Zamora's weary gaze met mine, but somehow, her blue eyes were sparkling. Almost like she was daring me to slap her. But that would mean that I was giving in to her desire, wouldn't it?
"Solana, now," Alpha Roman said, and I nodded, my throat going dry.
I took a step forward, my pulse thundering in my ears. Every part of me screamed at me to back away and just let this go. But his words echoed inside my skull.
Prove it.
Prove that I wanted to grow. Prove that I wasn't weak.
Zamora smirked. "Go ahead. Show him who you really are.
