chapter 17(2)

Abbie I chuckle and shake my head before leaning my head against the tiled wall. “I am a werewolf. You are a Lycan, I can’t be your Beta, and I wouldn’t know the first thing about being a Beta.” “You think I know how to be queen?” She laughs, sitting up to look at me. “I can’t even read. But we have people here who will help us. I have Kyson. You have Gannon, and me.” “Yeah, until he tosses me aside when I can’t give him what he wants.” I know he will, I can’t be his mate, I can barely handle his touch, he’ll get bored of me, toss me away when he realizes I am useless to him. “He wants to change you and mark you. He isn’t going anywhere. And even if he does, I am still right here,” Azalea tells me. “You would change me?” I ask. “Wouldn’t think twice about it! But we may have to ask how though, because I am not sure how to,” she chuckles, and so do I before my smile falls. “Who would have thought freedom would be worse than the chains that restricted us,” I whisper. How I’ve longed for