I’m in the pack house, cleaning up after breakfast when I see him.
Troy.
The Alpha's son.
I don’t move as I watch him standing in the doorway, glancing around.
He’s gorgeous; tall and broad-shouldered with black hair and blue eyes like his father. The long scar that runs across his cheek that looks like it was made by a knife only adds to his rugged handsomeness.
I don't know what to do.
I’m attracted to him, but he’s never going to notice me. Which is probably a good thing.
He’s in a motorcycle g**g in town, and he has been arrested once when he beat up a cop while he was drunk. He’s a gorgeous bad boy, which is the worst kind.
He catches my gaze and my heart beats faster. Could he ever notice me, and Omega?
No. After all, one day he will be the Alpha. He doesn’t have tim
