Alpha Maximus
You will meet her tomorrow,' he replies.
'I can't help but notice your mate and Luna is not here.' I point out. Alpha Tate chokes on his whisky and sits up straight.
He then gives Sam a strange look. They must be mind-linking. 'Um-yes, my mate, believe it or not, she only turned eighteen a month ago, so I only recently found her,' he explains.
'I would love to meet her,' I insist as I watch Alpha Tate uncomfortable, correcting his collar and tie.
'I'm sure you will meet her at some point. But unfortunately, she is currently indisposed,’ Alpha Tate says as if he was assuring himself and not me.