Alpha Damien
Alex replied, slightly enraged at his line of thoughts.
“My father found my mom before he was twenty-six, Alex. I’m the alpha of a powerful pack and I need a Luna,” he responded dryly when his heart ached at just the mere thought of it. He needed his Luna by his side, he needed his mate, he knew that was the only way he could heal, that was the only way home would be home and that was the only other reason he would fight to the death to protect his home. He would have a purpose other than duty, duty to his people. He would have love, a home, and completion.
He would have her and she would be his world.