Chapter Eighteen: Little Secret

Even though I was telling the truth, it didn't look like Morax believed me at all.

Stone-faced and unimpressed, his stare was borderline glacial. He always looked at me like he thought I was fatuous but it couldn't be further from the truth. My knuckles grew white and my back straightened against his hold. If our noses were brushing before, they may have well have been spooning now.

But I'd be damned before I let the Alpha intimidate me.

His eyes seemed to search mine, and then he let go abruptly. I barely managed to catch myself with my hands before I teetered backward to the ground. His chin was high and so many emotions crossed his face. He was much more expressive than the Alpha of my clan, in the oddest ways. Like a subtle string of a harp, you could feel everything but at the same time--have no clue what you were experiencing. Only the player knew.

So, I didn't know what to think.

The other boy was much easier to read. Miqella--I think his name was-- he looked like he'd