Alpha’s Little Plaything
He lifted our hands and pressed them together, our blood mingling—warm, electric, binding.
“In front of this pack,” Alpha Roman declared, his voice resonating through the gardens, “I pronounce Loriah Dee—born Aria Nova Allard—the rightful Luna of the Thorne Pack… and the True Mate of Alpha Atticus Thorne.”
My heart fluttered so hard it almost hurt, my chest swelling with a fullness I couldn’t contain. This was real. This was ours.
Draco’s voice came next, deep and steady, yet trembling with emotion.
“I, Alpha Draco Atticus Thorne, take you, Loriah, as my rightful mate and Luna. To love you and cherish you for all the days of my life.”