POV: Ameera

“My pack house,” he responded firmly, taking his time to stress the words so I know we are in his own world now, a world where he is considered as supreme. The moment he mentioned it to me that we were going to his packhouse, I immediately created a mental picture of what I was expecting it to be like. I’m sure it’s like a military camp where he tortures his subjects. I don’t know why I’m getting scared all of a sudden, what the hell is wrong with me?

“He’ll never hurt us, he is our one true mate, our destiny. You need to give him a...