(Wyatt’s POV)
This little tw*t had the nerve to roll her eyes at me, which made Alex growl at her. She jumped a little, startled, then lowered her gaze submissively as she answered. “I don’t recognize her as my Princess. The way I understand it, she’s just a filthy rogue that you let into the pack a few years ago, and I refuse to bow down to a rogue. I don’t care if someone hoses her down and throws a tiara on her…
… Once a rogue, always a rogue. And our Future Alpha deserves better than a filthy, disgusting, animal like her!” To say I was shocked by her answer would be a total understatement.
All I kept thinking was “There are two types of people in the world: those with a gun, and those who dig.” She had no gun, nothing to defend herself with. So she st*pidly just kept digging her own
