An Alpha for the Alpha
Cana senses my nervousness and sends soothing waves of calm through our bond.
"Alpha Jonas Whitepaw, soon to be Bloodclaw," he says, his voice steady despite the drumming in my chest, "will you do me the honor of becoming my true mate?"
My eyes, already bright, fill with tears. I can't help but think I might have laughed if I wasn't crying, considering that he is asking me Butt naked. "Yes," I say, nodding so fast I worry I might hurt myself. "Yes, yes, yes."