Mia's POV

My stepbrothers' voices echoed in my head: Weak. Worthless. Nothing but a toy to play with.

The cookie turned to ash in my mouth as reality crashed back in. What was I doing? Someone like Tristan - handsome, kind, obviously powerful - wouldn't waste time on someone like me unless he wanted something.

They were right. Why else would he be here? Four alphas - my own mates - couldn't even stand me. What made me think this stranger was different?

I pushed ...