The Female Alpha's Human Mate
“She doesn’t want an Alpha.”
“No—”
“Yes, Dad.” I cut in, and this time it isn’t just my voice rising—there’s something beneath it, something that answers him, pushes back just as hard. “Nyra doesn’t want an Alpha. She IS the Alpha. And she has a mate.”
“That pathetic human?!” His voice crashes through the room, loud enough to rattle the air itself. “He’s not what she wants.”
“You don’t get to decide that.”
He steps in close.