Chapter 4

Back in the packhouse, Alpha Marshall didn’t say a word. He just quietly helped me dry my hair, his Alpha aura a steady, calming presence in the room.

I kept my head down, my voice a bit hoarse.

"Am I really that terrible? Really...not as good as Maisy?"

Alpha Marshall stopped what he was doing and sat in front of me, his piercing gaze locking onto mine.

"Don’t say that. You’re kind, smart, capable, beautiful..."

He spoke, furrowing his brow as if searching for the right words.

"...Anyone with half a brain can see you’re far better than her."

Seeing…