Reclaiming my Fated Alpha
“No, we’re not...ohh….”
I stare ahead to see the broken branches ahead of us. Ares is right, we are going around in circles. My grip on the pendant becomes tighter and a look of pure disgust fills my face. “Then why is it shining so brightly? She has to be near.”
The pendant pulsates a dull red, I can even feel it’s phantom hum. Once, as a child, before mother met her mate, I had asked to play with her pendant to which father said no. And when I started to cry, he had picked me up, sat me on his lap and began to tell me a story, “Son, this pendant that I gave your mother is very special. Our ancestors found it in the sacred lake under the full moon hundreds of years ago and it is said that t