Sloane
This is a terrible idea, but it’s hard to resist Benedict, especially when he’s so sure, so confident that me not having a white wolf doesn’t matter to him.
‘It only matters to you, Sloane,’ Aisling says.
‘But it was your birthright, Ais. Doesn’t it bother you even a little?’ I ask her.
‘Only because it bothers you. I’m still an Alpha wolf, I’m very strong, but most importantly, I’m YOUR wolf, Sloane. That’s what matters to me.’
I sigh, looking in the rearview mirror as I pull onto the road. Benedict has a very pleased look on his face.
‘He should. He seems to have finally gotten through to you when no one else could.’
I ignore that. ‘Do YOU think Benedict and Marrok are our mates?’
Aisling gives me the equivalent of a wolf shrug. ‘I like Benedict and Marrok. But I won’t kno
