I swallow and try to form words, but I can’t get past the look in Lucas’s eyes. They’re hazy, but something in them is calling out to my instinct to soothe. That’s not what I want him to think. He’s perfect just the way he is. I don’t want another alpha. I want Lucas, my sweet, funny, protective beta. He doesn’t need to be anything other than what he is, and I won’t let myself be used like this.
