The Lycan's Rejected Mate
He rolled the arms of his shirt up and sat back down in his chair motioning for me to sit and suddenly I felt too hot, I felt cornered, I felt like a brat who had a temper tantrum.
“Sit Violet.” His command was stronger than any alpha aura I had ever felt, too strong to ignore. I sat in the chair across from him, the only thing between us was the wooden desk.
“Two years ago, Dark Moon was attacked by a group of rogues so large it was nearly impossible to defeat on their own.” My heart started thundering. Was Neal dead?
“Neal abandoned the pack and left them for dead, and he took your family with him.” Rage boiled in my system, so hot I couldn’t catch my breath.