The Alpha's Chosen Mate
She races over and takes my hands, trying to pull me up but I resist.
"No, no story tonight." There's no way I want to make a fool of myself in front of Max or Bianca, and especially not in front of my mate. Malachi might have enjoyed the last one I told around the campfire in DoubleEdge, but I just know Max and his peers will take any opportunity to taunt and make fun of me.
"Go on. You should," Malachi prompts. "You tell amazing stories."
Despite his warm praise, I shake my head vehemently as I catch a glimpse of Max watching from across the fire. A few others are nodding their heads, pushing me to stand up, but I stay rooted to my seat and smile demurely while clutching Malachi's hand tig