Lulu

“So,” Alpha Caspian said, “what’s your answer, Lulu?”

His voice was calm. The kind of calm that told me he wouldn’t accept half-truths or polite smiles. I stood in the middle of the boutique, surrounded by expensive outfits that felt more intimidating than a room full of Alphas.

Honest. The word dried out my throat.

I glanced left, then right, searching for anything that could distract him. Mirrors. Mannequins. The exit. Even the price tags, which honestly made me want to ...