I was silent after Naomi had told me what she was thinking. I don’t want to believe I’m adopted, but I felt she was right whenever I thought about how my family treated me. But what about the proof that those members always showed me? If I was adopted, was that a shred of forged evidence so if I might ask them, they could show me that I’m their daughter even though it wasn’t?
“What are you thinking? I watched you for almost thirty minutes, and you still didn’t notice I was inside your room. Do you think about Alpha Benjamin?” I went back to myself when I heard Alpha Damon’s jealous voice. My forehead slowly creased when he possessively grabbed my waist as if someone might be trying to snatch me away from me.
Since the week that Alpha Benjamin was here, it was the same Damon kept nagging
