Chapter 11 Chiara

• I thought I had successfully reinstated my goals.
• The Rogue was a tool; nothing more, nothing less. I already had one Alpha who was making my life a living hell. I didn't need another one.
• And yet, as I lay on my bed, I couldn't stop thinking about Lance. Every time I closed my eyes, all I could see were his scars, like a morbid constellation in the night sky. His eyes were black holes, sucking me into their depths.