Angela stared at him like he had lost his damn mind. Maybe she didn't hear him right. Maybe it was Mighty-Storm messing with her thoughts again, because there was no fucking way Renn just asked her to be his girlfriend.
Just thinking about it made her stomach twist. She felt like throwing up.
But then the truth hit harder—he was her mate.
And that made everything worse. If they started spending more time together, he might figure it out. He would sense it. The connection. The bond. The truth.
Angela didn't want that. Not now. Not ever.
She didn't want any of the Alphas to find out they were her mates. That was a disaster waiting to happen.
"You're joking, right?" she finally said with a laugh, trying to act like it was the dumbest thing she had ever heard.
But Renn didn't laugh. He didn't even smile. His face was serious. Cold. Still.
Angela's laughter faded. He meant it. The bastard was serious.
