Alpha Salvatore
Welcoming.
My Mate. My Alpha.
When I reached him, he took my hands in his, strong, warm, grounding.
“You look…” he whispered, pausing as if words failed him, “…like you were made for this. Like you were made for me and me alone.”
My heart fluttered in my chest. “Then it’s good I’m exactly where I’m meant to be. Because I believe that you are the one person that I truly do belong with.”
The murmurs rose among the guests, and then a figure stepped forward beside Dominic, a tall Alpha with dark hair, sharp grey eyes, and a scar slicing through his brow.
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