Birth of A Monster (2)

She is a fighter, so she took all of it. She held her head high every day, acting as if I completely didn’t matter, and she was unaffected by anything I did. That’s the only reason I bothered to give the fake and clingy bitch visiting with her father, Alpha Wright, any attention at all. I was hoping to affect Chloe in some small way. Just one frown, one hurt expression, one tear in her eye, and I would have stopped and gladly turned my attention to her, but she wouldn’t do any of those things. She remained bored and exasperated the entire evening, rolling her eyes and yawning through dinner, sitting next to me in that dress that I could tell that bastard Kevin wanted to just peel off her. My own father and Alpha Wright were eye-fucking her every time my mother or Luna Bernice weren’t looking.

Odette, the other she-wolf warriors, or any other woman for that matter, could never compare to Chloe. In her natural beauty or her raw and fierce demeanor.

I wanted her, but I needed her to want