THE ALPHAS FATED MATE
And I was grateful for the time I needed to move past the anger and the humiliation of having him assert dominance like I was a common, misbehaving pup.
I found myself in the library again, on the third day of my anti-Asha crusade, a book comfortable and familiar in my lap.
It was a novel I hadn’t read yet, something I wasn’t used to. A crime thriller that had titillated my interest with its bold main character and wild plot twists that had me hooked from the first line.
I was three quarters done with the book, quietly paging through the novel in the silence of the library.
Not many wolves came by, which was something I had never been more grateful for, leaving me in peace.