“She asked if I was the scarred mate,” Colin said, resignation creeping into his voice, under the anger. “Are you going to have a hard time with your pack because of my scar?” There it was, that small note of insecurity creeping into his voice.
“No, not at all. our last Alpha was scarred deeply by a fire and had scars that were much worse than yours, scars that he couldn’t even shift away. I told you, I knew a man with scars that danced in the clubs. I was referring to our former Alpha. No one ever thought less of him. This bitch is leaving, whether she wins the challenge or not. Let me call Armand and Rémy and see if they can go to Minnesota earlier.”
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Marc came out of the study. “What did Armand say?” Colin asked.