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I’e to speak, even if I’ve lost o…”

“Autue”

Pain twists in my chest “And I don’t?”

“No”

The word hangs in the air between us Nothingfast, but it doesn’t matter The conversation is over, and I’ht I knohich one I’ll choose

“You’re the worst alpha I’ve ever known”

“And you’re a spoiled, ignorant brat”

She’s not backing down, but neither ao to the front door I’ the hen of it with thin spaghetti straps means I don’t wear a bra, and I don’t hesitate to rip the thong fro into my shifter form

Four paws hit the ground, and I’ht It’s late, and all I care about is burning away the pain of her words — the pain of having such a hateful bitch of an alpha sister, who only cares about money and status She’s never cared about me She never will I want my mom

Even in ht I miss my kind, beautifulirl I reers through my dark hair I remember the beauty of her words…

“You’re a lynx, Mercy One of the ical creatures Native peoples invoked us to help thes elusive and rare We teach ive them extra-sensory perception”

Mother would have loved that I’m not a snob She would have loved that I want to be an artist She would have encouraged me to move to San Francisco and pursue my po

ttery and sculpture

The feh my mother had loved my father and trusted his advice implicitly, it was the old way Our females are our alphas; they make the final decisions

Now Dylan is trying to turn our pack into soroup, only interested inus to their subordinates, only good for being at ho babies My career, my dreams would always be secondary to Hayden’s He would force me to be his well-behaved wife, and he’s not even a shifter! She’s perverting the lynx order, and I have the right to fight her power