The Alpha’s Contract Mate
A low smirk tugged at the corner of my lips as I raised a hand, gently silencing them once more.
"It feels good to finally claim the position that is rightfully mine," I began, keeping my voice entirely casual. They hadn’t done anything to help me get here, so I didn’t owe them a profound, groveling speech. "The color red has always been associated with blood and battle, especially for a pack like ours that has seen its fair share of attacks." A few echoes of agreement rang through the clearing, but I ignored them, pressing on. "But in contrast, the rose..." I muttered, pulling the flower from my chest to present it to the crowd. "...is a flower loved by everyone. So loved, in fact, that the