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Those perfect specimens who gave The Alpha his sons have been waiting around patiently for that awful man to name one of them as pack Luna, his equal to help rule over Nightshade’s pack.
The disrespect he’s shown those women is astonishing.
I could never imagine having a child with a man who’s shown no desire to mark me as his mate, but three of them did just that, perhaps expecting something to change. In the quarter of a decade that I’ve been alive, nothing has changed in this town.
The Alpha uses those women, and others, to fulfil his own selfish needs.
He isn’t interested in having a partner.
He’ll never name a Luna.
I thank my lucky stars every night that I’ll never have to worry about attracting his attentions.
He barely puts up with my presence in Nightshade.
I know if he had his way, I would be gone.
Banished to The Abyss.
I guess at least now I’d have a fighting chance against the monsters.
But it would kill me to leave Alina behind to struggle along on her own.
I would worry about Adam and his preferences being ignored by almost everyone.
As much as I’m an outcast, I have a place here, and I don’t want to lose what I’ve got.
Chapter Two
Lita
Adamstillseemsbotheredby something by the time lunch is over, but he isn’t able to articulate his thoughts. Alina tries to coax it out of him, attempting questions that have simple yes or no answers, but she doesn’t find the right one. So, we don’t know what’s wrong, and we’ve run out of time to figure it out.
“Let’s get you back to the nursery,” Cora tells him, as I get to my feet and start cleaning up the table.
He shakes his head, shrinking away from her when she holds her hand out to him.
She looks a little hurt. He usually lets her take him back.
He tugs on the sleeve of my sweater. I look at him, watching him chew on his lip. After a second, he signs, asking me to take him back.
Well, this is a first.
I put down the plates I was starting to stack, and I ask Alina if I can walk Adam back to the nursery.
She nods at me and says something to Cora. With her head turned, I can’t read her lips, but I can guess that she’s telling the older woman I’ll be the one to walk our guest back home today.
Cora gives me a wry smile as she leans over and picks up the plates I just put down.
“Have fun!” she says, as she continues cleaning up.
I take little Adam’s hand, and he moves quickly, jumping over the bench and dragging me out of the yard before I get the chance to even wave to the others.
He’s never seemed this keen to go back to the nursery before.
Usually, he trudges out of the garden with Cora, his head down.
I’m forced to pick up my pace to keep up as he starts to run, taking us past the entrance to the nursery, down the side of the building and out to the edge of the woods.
