Chapter18

Carrie’s Point of View He wanted to talk, did he? Well, I was ready to talk, but I wasn't ready to let him control the conversation as if I were some subordinate who had to obey him. I must stand my ground even though this Alpha has already made my wolf surrender.  "Sure, let's talk. We can start with you telling me that you're calling off your cute little pack and letting me leave since you don't have any right to keep me here." "Cute little...?" He tensed as he frowned, and my snarky amusement faded a bit. Maybe pushing him when I was completely outnumbered and in his power might not have been my wisest plan. "Which pack is this, anyway?" He relaxed on the couch slightly, watching me. "We haven't named it yet." "Well, that doesn't matter. The only name I really need is yours." I stared at him down, not willing to break eye contact. "Why do you want it so badly?" he asked. "I-" "Because you want to reject me properly? Really twist the knife in when you do it? Honestly, that doesn't mo