He's Not My True Mate
Just as I was wrestling with the weight of it, my Beta came rushing in again, breathless, voice charged.
"Tom's getting married. The Marking Ceremony is in three days."
I nearly lost it. Pure joy, wild and unchecked, surged through me.
"He's marrying someone else?" I laughed, manic with relief. "And still chasing after my mate? Good. I'll expose him for the scum he is. Let's see what face he has left to show Echo after that."
But no matter how hard I dug, I couldn't find the name of Tom's bride.
I didn't care.