Alpha Petrova
He had sat across from me, asked about my life, leaned close enough that his breath had brushed my lips, and then he had been interrupted by the return of the woman who had already given him what he said he wanted.
Why did that hurt? I had no right to be hurt. He was not mine. I did not want him to be mine. Those were the things I told myself, over and over, but the words did not settle. My wolf stirred beneath my skin and whispered the single word I refused to say aloud.
Mate.
“Shut up,” I whispered to the traitor inside me.
Helena frowned. “What?”
“Nothing,” I lied.
“You are upset,” she said, and she was right. I tried to hide it, but she had been watching me long enough to read the small