Chapter 22 So Weird

• "How long have you led the pack under your father's nose?" Leif asked, dis- pelling the tension. "Since I was eight," I admitted, finding it surprisingly easy to talk to the Lycan. "Harold didn't care for the pack, and he failed to understand the gravity of being stuck on the top of a mountain peak during winter. The other alphas helped me, of course. I would instruct them on what needed to be done, and they would bring it up at the meetings as if it were their ideas. I had to maintain the relationship with the alphas, encouraging them to assist me in running the pack. I was a child, after all. Even as the daughter of the alpha, to them and everyone else, I was a beta female, secretly helping the pack survive." "And they didn't try to mate you to their sons?" Leif turned as Carleigh whispered into Saint's ear, causing him to snort loudly at whatever she'd said. I did my best to ignore the pathetic attempt to make me jealous.
• "They did, but Harold wasn't interested in making a match with our people. My match with Saint came as a shock to both of us since, originally, we couldn't stand one another. Saint had his crew, and I was the spoiled little bitch they en- joyed tormenting."
• "I will agree with that remark," Eryx chuckled, leaning back where he sat be- side me. I could feel their eyes heating my face while they listened to the conver- sation. "Braelyn was a pampered princess who was off-limits to the pack, accord- ing to her daddy. But she discovered her mate in Saint. And we all know what happened from there, don't we?"