Third person POV
Chloe sucked in a sharp breath, her chest heaving up and down, the weight of the revelation settling over her heavily.
Alpha Draven was her maternal uncle. The man who had extended his hand to her in her darkest hour, only to have it slapped away by her stubborn pride and burning need for vengeance.
The man had requested she let go of her anger and come to his pack so he would adopt her and protect her from her family's enemies.
"I won't cower away like a rain-drenched, helpless puppy. I will stay back in these remains of my pack, rebuild it and get justice for my slain family." 14-year-old Chloe had maintained defiantly in response to her uncle's proposal.
The Alpha manor remained silent as Chloe stood still, until Liam cleared his throat.
"Alpha, don't you think it's high time you at least let him know you are doing well? The man is just concerned about you. He's family, after all." Her Beta said, his voice gentler now.
