THE ALPHA’S FIRST FALL 2
Lanka asks, his voice trembling as he stares down at me, his eyes wide with confusion and raw hurt.
"Vanessa was my childhood packmate, a kin I was sworn to protect, and she saved my life during the winter raid, but she was never my mate," I say, taking his hand and pressing his palm flat against my beating heart so he can feel the chaotic rhythm of my pulse. "My wolf only barks for you, Lanka. It has only ever been you."
"You are lying to keep me in your nest," Lanka whispers, his lip trembling as he tries to pull his hand back, though his scent begins to sweeten with a trace of hope.