Chapter 6 Don't call him master

VALERIE

The Alpha said nothing as we continued our walk out of the market square, where a vehicle awaited us.

Wolves themselves didn’t require cars. They were much stronger and much larger than humans—and in their shifted form, they had enough endurance to travel at quick speeds all day long.

But then again, Alphas probably preferred to be driven around on business.

The car that awaited us was like nothing I had ever seen before. It was sleek and low—the kind of car that probably used to air on television ads decades ago. Vehicles were hard to come by since the factories all closed—but of course, the Alpha had his connections. It was more than likely that he had the thing personally designed and built just for him. It was a wonder what the wealthy did with their money while others starved.

I found my reflection in the dark windows. I was such a ragged, unkempt thing.

Why would he want me?

Chad took the driver’s seat and the engine roared to life like a wild beast, woken from its