Yes, she sounded shameless and utterly delusional, but what other options did she have? She belonged in the werewolves' world, not the human world. Here, in this world, she had a chance to uncover what had made her wolf fail to surface, a chance she would never have in America, wherever that place was. The only way to ensure no one would ever humiliate her again was to rise as his Luna, the Supreme Luna, and secure a position no one could strip from her.
Sebastian didn't know whether to laugh or feel shocked at her words. He simply stared at her for a long, silent moment… then he moved.
Viola almost flinched when he crouched down beside her on the floor, his expensive cologne filling her breathing space and making her wish she could keep inhaling such a delicious scent, even though she didn't like the person it belonged to.
