Chapter7: Truth And Rumors

*Isla* “How is it that you didn’t know? How did you get here?” Poppy sits on the edge of my bed and folds her hands in her lap. “I…” I feel my face flush as I lean back against the pillows, trying to process everything. “Never mind,” Poppy says, shaking her head. “I just assumed that you either had done this before or had taken it upon yourself to make this into your career. I had no idea you had no idea, dear. And don’t think that I was judging you because of it! I mean… who wouldn’t want to be a breeder for Alpha Maddox?” She smiles at me and waggles her eyebrows, and I know that she’s trying to make me laugh, but it’s not working. I want to bury my face in my hands and cry. I think of my poor mother back home and how hard she’s worked for all of her children, how my dad saved when I was little to be able to afford to bring us all to a new land to start over after political insurrection made us flee his homeland. How I’ve spent so many hours slaving away at so many jobs over the last