Chapter 4

Christal waited for him to say more. She didn’t know why she asked him about being a wolf. Of course he was a wolf. The smell along with the depth of his voice told her he was an alpha. She didn’t know why there was no pack, and there certainly were no signs of a pack. Dean hadn’t been part of the pack either.

“Are you a virgin?” he asked.

Glancing down at the floor, Christal stayed quiet. Christal didn’t know why she didn’t tell him the truth. For once, she wanted to keep a little part of herself to herself. She wasn’t going to tell him the truth yet. Being a virgin within a pack wasn’t something to boast about. During the full moon of a female’s eighteenth birthday, many women lost their innocence. The men would surround them, take what they wanted, and come morning they’d be full women in every sense of the word.

No man had gone near her on her eighteenth or nineteenth birthday. When all the pack were fucking, she’d scampered away to be alone and mourn what she could never have. So