Twenty seven

“What?” Kyra let out a loud gasp of surprise. Did he just ask her if she wanted him to give her a position in his pack just like that?

“Do you want me to give you a position here,” he repeated, still playing with the strand of her hair, twisting it around his finger and releasing it, then repeating the process over and over again.

He made it sound like giving her a position here was so easy, like it was not a big deal. It really wasn’t because he was the alpha and he could do anything he wanted.

“No, please I don’t want any position in your pack,” No way was she going to let him raise her position when she’s already made up her mind to live low key. She was doing this for her baby rather than for herself. If she remained living in the background like a slave then soon enough everyone would forget that she existed and she would be left to live her life in peace.

Today already showed her that she was unfit for the high society life like her father had always told her. All she had to do