Roman
I feel like there’s been a small shift in Samantha. It’s not trust, but it’s the start of something that feels like it might be trust. I’ll take it. Whatever she went through when she was a pup traumatized her. Somewhere along the way, she decided that Alphas couldn’t be trusted. Or maybe it’s mates that can’t be trusted. She did say the poisoned food was meant for her mate if she found him.
I gently rub my thumb over the back of her hand which is still clasped in mine. She didn’t pull away and holding her hand feels better than just about anything I’ve felt before. Goddess when she finally accepts me, it’s going to be incredible.
“I’m not really sure you saw much of the packhouse. It looked like you were focused on meeting the pack members,” I say as we walk downstairs.
“Yes. It
