Alpha Brock
“You could fall in love again, you know. I know after Anna, you won’t go the chosen mate route, but you’ve gotta have faith that your fated mate is out there somewhere waiting for you.”
“To have faith, you have to believe,” I grumble, shaking my head. I take a long pull from my beer bottle, swallowing it down before flopping my head over the back of the sofa and staring at the ceiling. “I don’t believe in any of that anymore.”
Bab Populer