I love her. I swear, I really think I do.
Luis sat motionless, his lifeless gaze still fixed ahead, while I stood before him, vibrating with my newly found epiphany.
"Luis," I declared, pacing back and forth with excitement. "Today is the day. I will prove that María José is not an Omega."
Luis Remained silent.
I smirked, unfazed. "They all think she's weak. They think she's just some pitiful little thing who doesn't have a wolf and has been shunned by her Father. But today…" I jabbed a finger into my palm for emphasis. "Today, I will claim her. I will show the entire pack how wrong they were about her."
I felt a thrill at my own words. The image was already forming in my head: María José standing by my side, head held high, eyes fierce, no longer an outcast.
No longer someone to be looked down on. She'd be mine. And if she had a wolf—oh, the scandal, the satisfaction, the absolute chaos. My Father would have no reason to reject her as my mate.
