Scarred by fate
“This is my Gamma, Greyson—you met him when we visited Blood Moon, but I’m not sure you were ever properly introduced. And this is Greyson’s mate, Pauline.”
I turn to greet them, trying not to seem as overwhelmed as I feel. Gamma Greyson’s handshake is firm, his massive, calloused hands a clear testament to years of hard training. His mate, however, leaves me slightly incapacitated by her beauty. She’s tall and statuesque, with long, sleek black hair, olive skin, and almond-shaped dark eyes that seem to pierce right through you.
“It’s lovely to meet you,” I manage to say, my voice a touch higher than usual.
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