Mated to the Hybrid Alphas
Before she can say anything, I see what was in the garment bag.
I shake my head, “What is this?” I ask her, and she points to the dress. “Get dressed please.”
I shake my head again, “No, what is going on?” I ask her and her face softens to pity. She looks to the door then back at me. “You’re getting married to Alpha Sam.” She tells me, and my heart falls to the floor.
“Alpha?” I ask her, and she nods, her eyes darting to the ceiling. “Alpha Cane has passed away. Sam is our Alpha now.”