Chapter 6: I’m Still A Virgin
"Wh– what do you mean by that?" His head snapped to Reana, his eyes wide with panic and his voice trembled with disbelief.
Ryan didn't understand what she meant – or rather, he did, but he couldn't bear to acknowledge it. The implication was too unsettling, the possibility too terrifying. What would happen to him if what he was thinking came true?
"You heard me, didn't you?" Reana sighed, her tone laced with exhaustion. Her tiredness was already hanging on a thin thread, and now, the dumb-looking beta wanted to dry out the little strength she had left.
Not waiting for Ryan's response, she shifted her attention back to Ryder. Her gaze roamed over his body, a hint of appreciation dancing in her eyes. With a soft click of her tongue, she asked, "You're clearly not an omega, so why are you a servant?" Her voice was tinged with curiosity. "You have the physique of a warrior, at least."
"I'm not weak, Luna Reana. I'm a sickler," Ryder explained, his voice matter-of-fact. "I couldn't join the warriors, so I thought serving you would be the best option."
Beta Ryan glared at him, 'serving you?' why did it sound lewd?
Reana's brow furrowed slightly. "A sick wolf? That's extremely rare, especially in my pack."
Ryder nodded. "It's genetic. My parents died from it."
"Which means you'll...?" Reana didn't finish before Ryder stole it from her.