ALPHA CORVIN
Every woman I had ever met was simple once you found the right pressure point. Amaris was taking longer than expected to locate.
Zoya had worshipped me from the first day I looked at her, done everything I asked without needing to be asked twice, moved through this pack house like a woman who understood her position and was grateful for it, quiet and devoted and completely uncomplicated in all the ways a chosen mate needed to be.
Freya was a different matter entirely and one I was not going to get into tonight.
But Amaris, I had miscalculated her completely, looked at the file Marco brought me and seen a young virgin from a broken pack with no resources, a father who didn't give a fuck about her and no experience of the world beyond the walls she had grown up inside, and I had assumed that meant malleable, assumed it meant she would walk into this house wide-eyed and grateful and easy to shape into exactly what I needed.
