Rhyson
“Balls are frivolous to you, and maybe to the other alphas, but to the women, they are anything but. You alphas set the rules for your packs, and some make even stricter rules for the women. Sometimes, the only way out of a pack is to marry another alpha.” Her voice was soft and her eyes got that faraway look.
I understood. Nyx wasn’t broken over Larson’s denial. She was broken over her chance to leave. “What pack are you from?”
“Does it matter? They’re all the same.”
They were not all the same, but I didn’t tell her that.
“I’m not from around here either. I have no suggestions for you if you won’t go home.”
“It’s just as well. s**t’s always the same no matter where you go. Thank you for the clothes.”
“Full moon tonight. Everyone was going to run in celebration after the bal
