The Alpha's Mate
I reach over and put a hand on his shoulder, and soon we’re leaning against each other, quietly munching our burgers while the truth of his exile hangs between us.
I’m grateful that he doesn’t ask me about my story. I’m not sure that I’m ready to share it, and he seems like he can tell that. Someday, though, I might. After all, I know what it’s like to be banished from a pack, to be falsely accused.
“Well,” Nash says, finishing the last of his burger and wiping his hands on the flimsy napkins that Corey’s Fry Shack provided, “I guess it’s time for you to head out.”
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