The Lottery Mate
I combed my hair with my fingers, so I at least looked somewhat presentable, before I ran downstairs again.
My uncle and mate were in the living room, both holding a glass in their hands. Celebrating something? The second I entered, my mate came up to me. DAMN! He was tall! And I was tall, so that’s saying something. Dean was only 3 or 4 inches taller than me and my uncle wasn’t any different. For the first time in my life, I had to tilt my head back to meet his gaze. His very intense gaze, I might add, and I wondered why.
“Lesley,” Uncle Harry started very formally, forcing me to look away from my mate to his ugly grin. “This is Alpha Cedrick.”
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