Chapter 392 – Yurt Life

• My wolf growls and turns in my soul, worried, wishing I’d had more time to ask Elias about Jesse’s mate, this apparent master spy.
• “Luca Grant rejected me,” I say, shrugging and looking down at my plate, willing myself to look sad and contrite about it. “And Jackson McClintock is nothing. A brute. A commoner. I don’t know why the Goddess saw fit to assign me to him.”
• It pains me to even say the words and inwardly I shout that each one is untrue, that Jackson is the best thing in my life, the best man I’ve ever met, and I endeavor to deserve him every day.