Married to the Beta, Desired by the Alpha
Conversation paused for half a heartbeat when we entered, eyes flicking to us—curious, assessing, some friendly, some guarded.
Kaden’s hand rested lightly on my lower back, guiding me toward two empty seats near the center. He didn’t hover, didn’t make a show of it—just steady presence. I appreciated that more than I wanted to admit.
“Morning, everyone,” he said easily, voice carrying without effort. “This is Arelia. My wife. Your beta.”
A chorus of greetings rolled back—some warm “welcome”s, a few nods, a couple of younger wolves grinning wide. I managed a small smile, the mask slipping into place automatically. Sit. Nod. Don’t draw attention.
Sikat na Kabanata