Victoria clung to him, her tears soaking his shirt. "Nathan... I know I am a parasite on your strength. I want to let you go, but I’ve fed on your scent since we were pups. It has become my nature. I don’t know how to breathe without your lungs."
Nathan held her in silence, though inwardly, he was hollow. He had no idea how to mend the broken bones of his life or appease the Hill pack.
"Ugh, seeing such a rotten display so early in the morning... what a foul omen for the day."
A clear, melodious voice cut through the air, vibrating with the authority of a True Alpha.
Nathan felt a jolt of awkwardness and instinctively pushed Victoria back, creating a cold gap between them. Victoria saw the movement—the way he instinctively distanced himself from her tainted scent—and her pale face turn
