Chapter 7

“Alpha,” I bowed low again, acknowledging his presence; this was how it should be—me bowing to the great Lycan king, the Alpha of all Alphas.

“Don’t, Genesis,” he growled, and I felt my face grow hot. I was angry at him. He had no right to keep it a secret from me. “I know you must be mad right now, but I assure you I did not have any ill intent toward you. I was simply curious.”

Curious, of course, he was. A man like him would certainly be curious. Did our time together mean so little to him? I had opened myself up and practically laid myself bare in front of him—what I was, my abilities. I had trusted too fast, always, always too fast, always too fast.

“I hope this humble servant has satisfied your curiosity,” I blankly stared into his eyes, trying hard not to let any emotion seep through. I needed him to know what this meant for us, as if there was even an