I sat staring out of the window, unable to help but consider the inexplicable desire Lachlan seemed to have to make me think he was not all bad. It was like his own mind was in a tug-of-war with itself. One minute he felt the need to be nasty, the next he was trying to convince me he was not all bad… did he even know what he wanted? No. He did not want me, I knew that much. This was Lachlan after all. My opinion had rarely ever mattered to him.
Did it really matter? I didn’t matter to him. I was part of the family he had grown up alongside. Our mothers both close friends, my father becoming a father figure, alongside our Alpha when Lachlan's father had passed away. A terrible moment for all our pack, but obviously, a devestating moment for Lachlan. I don't think he had ever been the same since. We had always been around one another. Obviously, that would change as I met my fated mate and likely left pack…
“You look deep in thought, Ren.” Lachlan’s voice interrupted my thoughts, bring
