ARIA
I gaped at the door where the godly stranger had stood. He was an Alpha? A fucking Alpha?!
Of course, he was! He oozed that aura, coldness, and manly stamina only an Alpha could give off.
Shit!
"What the hell, Aria? Why do you have to be this audacious at the wrong time?!"
I couldn't tell what had gotten into me either. I was never a timid person to begin with. Still, coming from a pack house filled with atrocious and scheming werewolves like Lyra and her mother, they'd leave you looking dumb, afraid, and unable to speak, especially when you couldn't defend yourself.
Furthermore, as a shewolf who was at the bottom of the rank, despite my father being a gamma, no one would ever believe me. I was weak, wolfless—to all of them—no one desires to hear someone like that speak up. For your safety, it was best that you were quiet because someone like Lyra had a lot of supporters in the pack house who'd back up whatever lies she says, unlike me.
