Marked by the Alpha
If the Sanguis Pack’s hierarchy worked like high school, then Connor was one of its golden boys: Handsome, with messy, dark blond hair and a leanly-muscled frame that never failed to attract eyes when he was training in the fields.
He was a skilled fighter, and as if that wasn’t enough, the Holdens, like the Rockmountains, were Pack royalty. This meant that Connor was more well-liked and popular than I could ever hope to be.
I felt a prickle of shame go through me as I watched how quickly his eyes shuttered as soon as he saw that it was me.
“Oh,” he said. “I didn’t know you were the one.”
The playful warmth in his voice earlier was long gone, and even though I tried not to take it personally