A slave to the alpha I rejected
Her blonde hair in a plait, her eyes dancing with happiness as she saw the entourage walk through the courtyard and toward where she stood.
She was like his very own daydream, one he had craved to touch, to kiss, to hug.
Yet just before Syzar could get down to greet his mate, Maya had done that first.
She had run out of the carriage, calling out Celeste’s name. Celeste’s eyes watered as she saw Maya.
“Oh my god, Maya!” Celeste called, warning with her large pregnant stomach, not caring as Maya ran to her. They both met in a hug.