CHAPTER 8

“It must be true . . .”

“What is?”

“You weren’t at Gamma George’s wedding? They were caught kissing behind the curtains!”

“Then that must mean she really is the Alpha’s mate!”

Everyone’s gaze was on the two who walked the aisle. Jane was clinging onto Logan’s arm with a confident smile on her face as he led them to where I was standing.

All the attention they had for a few seconds was instantly over as the audience turned to me. Their eyes felt like they were scanning machines, analyzing — criticizing how I would react.

It was the same gaze I had in George’s wedding, that gaze that was neither pity or belittling but scrutiny that could not be labeled bad or good. As if I was under the chain of their approval, waiting to cave in the traps that were being laid out for me.

Yet, upon looking down, my eyes met his. The panic from the critical stares of the crowd subsided when I met his Teal gaze.

I thought I would be angry now that I’m finally seeing him cave in on their precious mate