THE ALPHAS FATED MATE
Jonah met us at the door, possibly having smelled my presence and I was a bit surprised to have seen Ayla and WormWhick as well.
“Alpha,” Jonah greeted, my wide, innocent eyes blinking owlishly.
“Hey, kid,” I said, nodding in thanks when Jonah stepped aside to welcome us in. The sterile smell burned my nose, reminding me of the night Naomi died, but I was surprised when my chest didn’t crack open the way it usually would have. “My mate? Where is she?!”
Jonah raised a brow, confused.
“Your Luna left a little while ago.”
What?
“Gawd Asha, I said it about your mate, I didn’t say it ‘was’ your mate!” Jared smacked my palm against my face.