The Mating Game
Kylie. Gthe female alpha’s mate choosing gamemate with the alpha of the rival packmated to the beastly alphathe mating
I mused and then explained when he cocked a questioning brow, "You don't picture a future with me, and yet here you are, Alpha Orion Kessler."
"That looks pretty," Orion remarked at the floor-length, shimmering rose-gold gown I had pulled out from the rack, "you should try that on."
I gave the dress a once over from the tight bodice to the thigh-high slit and the rouched material around the bust, "Hold this while I look through more options."
"Your wish is my command," with a dramatic bow, Orion gathered the dress gingerly in his arms—he was careful to not touch me in doing so, "and you shouldn't assume I don't picture a future with you, Kara."