His Captive Mate
Celine nods and hugs her grandfather, “Hi there, Little Jewel. I’m sorry I was absent for so long.”
“I never blamed you; she never deserved you.” He sighs and rests his head on hers. She sniffs deeply, then stands up straight, “Grandfather, may I present my Mate, King Alpha of the Wolves of France, George de Laurant.” George smiles and the men shake hands, “His Beta, Nate and his Mate Lara.” They bow their heads, “Fi is around here somewhere, she’s George’s Gamma, she has purple hair.” He smirks, “And this is her Mate, Sammy.” Sammy bows,
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