Mariana Rose
I bit my tongue while my eyes locked at Evan who’s staring at me with admiration on his face. Looking at how they complemented each other, it was really foolish for me to think back then that Evan would proudly parade me in his pack.
This right here, the woman that has both the two men right in front of me, enchanted by her beauty, is the real deal and not some naïve girl from a small poor pack.
My hands turned colder at the thought that I jerk when I felt a warm hand enveloped mine.
It was Rozen looking down on me with narrowed eyes.
“Glenda,” he took my hand back into his arm and tapped on it gently, “You should greet Alpha Evan.”
If I have my real face right now, using my own real name, would the great Alpha Rozen look at me with the same softness in his expression?
