A Werewolf's True Mate
Axel stood frozen, his expression cycling through disbelief, anger, and finally calculated mockery.
"Luna," he said with exaggerated politeness, "you truly are remarkable. Even convincing the Blackthorn alpha to participate in your elaborate fantasy."
Dominic positioned himself subtly between me and Axel, his stance casual yet unmistakably protective. The scent of his dominance spread through the clearing—not aggressive, but clearly establishing boundaries.
"You must be Luna's pack-mates," he said pleasantly. "You're welcome to witness the completion of our bonding ceremony."
I bent to retrieve my fallen mating certificate, the document now smudged with dirt and paw prints from being trample