15.

“I’ll do it! I’ll listen in on whatever serious talk they’re having!”

I hung back by the corner, watching Alaric and his supposed “mate” whispering, just far enough from the pack to feel safe from anyone overhearing. Fools. Did they really think I wouldn’t notice?

I felt my blood boil as I saw the way Alaric looked at him in a soft, caring, almost tender manner. He’d never looked at anyone that way before and I really want him to look at me like that. No rogue could ever take my place, and yet there he was, acting like hid mate was his whole world.

I shifted, trying to catch their words, but I only heard bits and pieces. Alaric’s “mate” mentioned King Derek, and my stomach churned. What was the connection to Drogomor? None of it made sense; Alaric would never choose someone lowly like an Omega. A rogue and an Omega? It didn’t add up, but it just made me more certain something shady was going on here.

“Alaric, remember when I told you King Derek wiped out my pack?” His voice sh