Wolf Kiss: Alpha's Mate Is A Human
When they walk in, the air is thick with the scent of a hundred different wolves—a dizzying, aggressive musk that makes Juniper’s head spin.
At the center of the hall, on a raised dais, sit the five High Alphas. Malakai is among them, leaning back in his chair with a smug, predatory grin. In the center sits Alpha Silas, a man so old his hair is the color of woodsmoke, and his eyes are almost entirely white.
"Alpha Sterling," Silas’s voice echoes, sounding like stones grinding together. "And his... human."
Alaric bows his head slightly—the only sign of respect he will give. "My Luna, Juniper."
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