His Mate Her Savior
I appreciate it after being around so many werewolves who thought it was funny to scare me.
When Xander’s eyes refocus, he looks at me with a gentle smile on his face. He and Cayd seem to be similar in their mannerisms where Alpha Rich is much more like what I expect an Alpha to be like.
“So, Alpha Alec is a shithead, got it. Here’s what I suggest. It sounds like you’ve been through the ringer today, Madelyn. May I call you Madelyn?” he asks.
I nod.
“Good. So, Madelyn, I’d suggest that you rest tonight. Come upstairs to meet my mate, Maeve. She’s a witch, but she’s a good witch,” he says, as if this is some inside joke. Is he a fan of the Wizard of Oz?
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