Fifty eight

I look at him, fear in my eyes when I hear of the emerging bloodshed. I don't know what to say at this moment. The guards who are on standby in the room to protect me have heard what he said and if I were to walk away.

It would seem as if I care little about their protection.

This is not what I expected from the first man that I was supposed to speak with. I need not expect to be threatened by some beta and some "kind" Alpha who thinks he is the only one that can save my pack.

I have taken care of my pack for as long as since my parents died. The only reason why I need a husband is because my pack has become a prize in the eyes of other Alphas and Luna. I need to unify my strength and it can only be done through blood, and marriage.

Although, It would seem as if I care too little about the pack's protection if I dispersed him so easily.

What is this Beta's name? I ask, controlling my voice.

"His name is Alejandro." In Mexico, they call him the spawn of the devil and he cares little abo