*Everly*

 Hope. I had never considered him to be a man who would hope, who would voice that word. My mom had been a mistress, and an alpha had fallen in love with her. Would this man come to love me? I very much doubt it.

 I would not be happy in the rookeries, of that I am certain. I would not be content. I would be cold, hungry, and dirty. And very much alone.

 I angle my chin haughtily. “I’m not certain why you felt compelled to bring me here. I gave you my answer last night.”

 “I must have misunderstood. I thought you were having doubts.” He says...