The Fated Mates
he murmurs, straightening up as the Alpha, Beta, and Gamma of the pack land they're on appear with a small number of warriors.
"Hello Alp- oh, Avery," Alpha Tim beams, noting the amount of dead wolves on his land, and embracing the female who is taller than him by a notable amount.
"Hello Tim," she smiles, patting his back and turning to Roman so he can speak.
"Hello, Alpha Michaels," he says grimly, nodding to the shorter man, who looks a bit like Santa Claus.
"So you ran into some trouble on your journey?" The man sighs, shaking his head, and pointing his Gamma off in the direction of the carnage. The tanned man leaves, looking none too happy about his orders, as he kicks a rogue out of hi
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