The moon goddess chose wrong: twice
I hadn’t felt this shy since Jessica’s first kiss behind the training barn when I was sixteen.
“You know the right words,” I said, voice rougher than I intended.
She nodded, eyes shining with sudden tears joyful tears, I hoped.
“Do you, Nina Crossroad, accept me, Enzo Breyer, as your Alpha of Silverfang and your mate?”
Her voice was trembling. “I, Nina Crossroad, accept you, Enzo Breyer, as my Alpha of Silverfang and my mate.”
The bond snapped taut between us electric, golden, alive. I felt her rush into me happiness so bright it hurt, relief that tasted like cool water after a long run, and beneath it all…