"Who are you?"
He didn't answer my question.
Instead, his voice came low, smooth as smoke. "Can't you smell my rank?"
I frowned. "What?"
"Your wolf," he said. "She should tell you what I am."
I gave a short laugh, the kind that sounded more like defeat. "She doesn't talk to me anymore."
He tilted his head slightly, those gray eyes watching me like I was a puzzle. "Doesn't talk to you?"
"Not since my father was arrested," I said quietly, my fingers tracing the rim of my glass. "I've lost everything that made me who I was. My wolf, my strength… even my scent feels weaker. I'm practically human now."
He leaned back in his seat. "Alpha's daughter, right?"
I nodded, forcing a smile that didn't reach my eyes. "Used to be. Now I'm just the girl living in the Omega quarters. My father's gone, my title's gone, and the son of a bitch who made it happen is still out there, pretending to be a saint." I took a long sip, the liquor burning my throat harshly.
His gaze sharpened. "Name?"
