Stella found herself staring into his eyes, now a golden hue.

She knew that whatever he was feeling that she was glad to feel it, too.

"Why...?"

"Are you that inquisitive or that resistant?"

"Both.."

Caleb gave her a gentle smile, "I am no rogue.."

"But you are if what I feel is true. You no longer wish to be alpha?"

"I am not..I am not an alpha to that pack, Stella."

"What?"

"My parents...our leaders..they aren't my bloodline."

Stella stared in disbelief, "But you're still an alpha..."

Caleb nodded, "Yes...I can still be chosen as such, but I am not a binding part of this pack. My parents..I have been told I was adopted at a wee age--very young--and raised as a Fenty to ensure the throne."

"But..."

"She did have a child...who was stillborn."