Chapter 7. Failed Interview

I sit with the camera in my face; it’s far closer than it had been for any of the other candidates, and I feel like it’s a way to try to make me nervous. It’s working.

“Elara, we don’t have a last name. Why is that?” He smirks at me. I knew it.

“I do not have one. I was an orphan.”

He glances at his papers. “An orphan? It says here you were sold?”

Shit. How much does he know?

“I was, yes, but I was first an orphan.”

“Hmm.” He looks at me. “Elara, is it true that you were a servant and prostitute for your past Alpha?”

I freeze, and I watch his smile widen. Opening my mouth, I close it again.

“End it here.” I watch him turn the camera off. “You’re done.”

“Wait.” He ca