Fated To My Best Friend's Alpha
Anna could see movement in the trees, shadows too large to be human, eyes catching the last light like coins.
"She speaks for herself," Chris said, his hand finding Anna's, their fingers lacing together. "And I listen. That's the difference between an Alpha who leads alone and one who leads with his other half." He raised their joined hands, displaying their bond to the dark. "You smell weakness? You smell wrong. What you smell is a bond forming. A claiming three days away. And when that ritual is complete, you won't just face me. You'll face us. And we will not be merciful."
A low snarl came from the trees, frustration, uncertainty. The shadows shifted, retreating.
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