Rewriting Fate With The Alpha I Hate
Each time I spent with her made it seem like I was dishonoring my fated mate.
Now, I want her to be my mate. Fated or not, she is mine.
Even though I don't love her, I will still treat her well. That’s what I owe her.
My ears perked when I heard rustling leaves. Instinctively, I whipped my head to see Hansel, my Beta, marching toward us. “Alpha—”
I crossed a finger over my lips, hushing him. Hansel lowered his head, pausing his step.
“Alpha, I’m sorry, but I have something I—”