Chapter Seven
Desmond…
I sat at the noisy counter of the bar, surrounded by a few of my Alpha friends from the neighboring territories.
I kept staring down at my glass, completely unable to understand what was wrong with her lately. She actually wanted to reject me. How dare she even think about doing something like that? I was her Alpha, and she belonged by my side. In our world, she didn't have any right to demand a rejection from me.
"Hey, Desmond, you good?"
I took a slow sip from my drink and looked over at Mick, one of my closest Alpha friends. He was the son of my father's oldest friend from the Outlaw Pack. Their pack had been incredibly helpful to our people for a very long time, which was exactly why he and I had always been so close. We were more like real brothers than
