The Mate He Rejected
I hadn't even heard him move.
He didn't pull me into a hug. He reached out and wrapped his large, warm hands around my trembling fingers. His grip was firm, grounding, and incredibly strong.
"Look at me, Meghann," he ordered quietly.
I lifted my head. His silver-gray eyes burned with a fierce, protective fire. The romantic tension that had clouded our judgment in the hallway was entirely gone, replaced by the terrifying, unyielding loyalty of a true Alpha looking at his Luna.
"They plotted against me," I whispered, the words tasting like ash on my tongue. "My own people. I trusted them. I healed their children. And they set me up to be destroyed."