Elsa's POV
Ryan is slipping through my fingers. I can see it in the way that he is looking at me. I can feel it in the way that he is looking at Amelia. He's not even seeing me. When I walk into a room, the back house is supposed to be mine. I was supposed to come back, and Ryan was supposed to be my Alpha again. I can not allow him and the children, those little brats, to get away from me. I know Amelia is trying to convince Ryan that I am not good for the pack. She does not want them here, but I have another plan. I will need to adjust my approach. I will have to find out what's going on in Amelia and Ryan's heads. I can not let them find out what happened in my life over the past few years. But I do not want to think about it now. I have to think about a way to get closer to Ryan. Ryan
