I feel selfish even thinking that I should be more important to Alex than the lives of all his pack members.

I want to ask him who it is that he fears so much. I want to ask him exactly how accepting me will hurt his pack. I want to beg him not to cast me aside. But my voice is stuck somewhere deep inside me, buried under layers and layers of pain and hurt.

Several loud knocks jerk me out of my thoughts. Without another word, I make my way to the front door and peer through the peephole.

It’s ...