An Alpha for the Alpha
Ours to protect, ours to cherish.
I smile, running a hand through my hair, still tangled from sleep. ‘And I intend to do just that. This bond is everything.’
Jonas stirs, turning to face me, his sleepy smile illuminating my morning. “Good morning, Alpha,” he teases, his voice soft and melodic.
“Good morning, mate,” I reply, my heart swelling at the sound of that word… mate. It feels like a promise, a vow stronger than any I can utter under the moonlight.