Goodbye Alpha, You Can Never Win Me Back
The Alpha seated to my left — a heavyset man with a thick beard and the scent of pine — was clapping with particular enthusiasm.
I leaned toward him. "Forgive me," I said quietly. "I missed the announcement. The woman beside him, who is she?"
The Alpha glanced at the stage, where a young woman had stepped forward to stand at Aldric's side. It was the woman I’d met in the corridor. She smiled and waved to the crowd with a grace that made the applause swell louder.
My wolf slammed into me.
The impact was so violent I nearly staggered. He threw himself against my chest, howling, clawing, screaming the same word he had screamed in the corridor — MATE, MATE, MATE — because the woman on the stage