Chapter 87

Silvia I sat on the edge of the couch, breathing shallowly, straightening my spine. I tried to calm myself down. I put my hands in a fist on my knees, and my fingernails were deeply embedded in the skin. Then Alpha Enzo's voice cut through the fog like a blade "You know," he said, casually leaning against the wall as if he owned the place, "I could introduce you to at least a dozen more suitable Alphas from prominent packs across the continent." I looked up suddenly, and before I could restrain myself, a laugh came out of my mouth. Is he serious? He spoke as if he were giving me a new coat, one that I would wear and throw away. He didn't understand, and couldn't. Alpha Sherman is not just a man I happened to meet, love or hate. He's mine. He went into some part of the very depths of my heart. He's gone and my heart is like a hole that can't be stitched up. Even Zack's betrayal didn't hit me as hard. "Get out of my house," I said, voice barely above a whisper but carrying the weight of