Love is Hell; Mate is Heaven
With him beside me, whatever came tonight would be bearable.
We followed the garden path, roses on one side, evergreens on the other. Lights were strung above, waiting for dusk. The trail curved to a stone half-circle with a firepit at the center.
Two figures tangled there, too caught in each other to notice us. The man’s hands disappeared under the woman’s shirt. My cheeks flamed.
“If you’re busy, we can leave,” Zane said dryly.
The pair froze. The man pulled his hands free, tugging her top back down. That had to be Anthony, the future Alpha of this pack, and Tanisha, the one being honored tonight.