Claimed by the Straight Alpha
MATE.
Nightstorm’s voice had slammed into my mind the moment our hands touched, a guttural roar of victory and relief. My wolf surged against me, nearly breaking through, desperate to claim what was his. What was ours. The sparks that shot through our skin were undeniable, spreading from my palm into every nerve, every muscle, every part of me that I had believed was untouchable.
But I—William, Alpha of the Moonlight Pack—was left standing there like a fool, staring at the trembling young man across from me, unable to breathe, unable to think, unable to reconcile what the goddess had done.