Samantha

I stared at Gabriel as we continued toward the packhouse. This was the same man who'd stood in Bellmoon's square and demanded me as his breeder with cold authority. The same man whose reputation as a ruthless Alpha King had preceded him everywhere he went.

And he was asking about someone's mother's hip?

"You look confused," Gabriel said, his voice showing some form of amusement as he held the door open for me.

"I just... you're different here," I said, stepping into a bright, airy ...