I tell the roomies all the time—just because this pack treats us as less than doesn’t make it true. But no matter how much I tell myself that, no matter how far I’ve gotten from the “poor lone female” mentality, here I am, my lonely orphaned self, clinging to the alpha, desperate to feel less abandoned. This is more humiliating than the briar patch. “Nothing. I want you to leave. Just go.” His brow furrows. “My wolf does, too,” I add like that’ll help.
