Liz
I stared at him in both shock and confusion. He was... asking me to stay?
I didn't know how to feel about his question. His demand. I had been determined to leave. Hell, I had just been tortured within an inch of my life because I spoke to this man, and now he was asking me to stay. It was nonsense. Completely and utterly ridiculous.
And yet... in the smallest, quietest part of me, something settled. Not just because he was being so tender. So gentle. So unexpectedly careful for an alpha raised in cruelty.
But because he was asking for me. He didn't want me to leave.
I hadn't even been sure that he wanted me at all. I hadn't been sure he wanted this bond that seemed to grow heavier and stronger with every second that we spent near each other without rejecting it. This told me some
