The Alpha's Chosen Mate
I tuck some frizzy flyaways behind my ear self-consciously as she wipes off the frown and her smile blossoms again.
"Well, Ariella, I'm Harlow. Nice to finally meet you. Malachi hasn't given much away about you, so I've had to guess what his mate was like. And I can now say," she tilts her head sideways and regards me with hands on hips. "You're nothing like I expected," she smiles, perfect white teeth parting under rosy lips, her eyes offering a nod of approval.
But it doesn't quite feel like approval. Her brief once-over leaves me feeling that perhaps she truthfully meant the remark in a negative way. Perhaps I am nothing like the strong, courageous Luna she was expecting for her pack.