Evan stood in the room, the smell of her desire mixing with her heady lilac scent. His body ached, desperate to follow her, to pull her into his arms again, to feel her lips against his.
He scrubbed his hands down his face, trying not to breathe too deeply.
Why doesn’t she want us? Atlas, his wolf, asked, confused and hurt.
I don’t know, Evan replied. She doesn’t want us here. She doesn’t think we should be alpha.
But we are the true alpha.
I don’t think that matters to her.
He squeezed his temples, trying to block Atlas out. His wolf’s longing was mixing with his own, making it unbearable. Her rejection cut deep. It felt like confirmation of every fear that had haunted him since Ty first asked him to return.
She saw him the same way he sometimes saw himself: like a fraud.
Evan had
