The Alpha's Chosen Mate
Gabby smacks her arm.
There was no denying how boy-crazy the raven-haired beauty was, and I found myself praying she met her mate soon before getting into the wrong kind of trouble.
"But seriously," Gabby lowers her voice. "That doesn't explain the picture. You saw him, didn't you?" Her finger is resting on the wolf with the horns, vicious snarl, and black wings.
"Well, yes," I twist my fingers together, knowing I could never keep the truth from them for very long. "He's just a regular wolf who chased me off his territory—"