The Alpha Queen and her Human Mate
His hand brushed hers, lightning jumping from his skin to hers, dancing for a second before settling down.
They were truly one now.
Loki padded up in his dark wolf form, shifting seamlessly, dropping into a crouch below Ravens balcony.
He looked up and greeted them.
“Alpha. Beta,” he greeted Ragnar with a half-grin, earning a raised brow from Ragnar.
“Beta?” Ragnar echoed.
Loki shrugged, amusement in his sharp eyes. “That’s what they’re calling you. Alpha Consort or Beta Storm. Take your pick.”
Ragnar shot a glance at Raven, who smirked, the flicker of a smile easing the constant tension in her chest.
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