The Alpha's Secret
We were bad omens, and lately, a lot of bad luck had befallen our pack.
“She’s my mate, Tyler. My fated mate.”
My eyes nearly bugged out of my skull. Never in my wildest, most secret fantasies, did I ever dream about being with Easton Marquis.
I refused to believe it, even when he went down on one knee and asked, “Am I worthy of you?”
It was strange to hear our future Alpha ask if he was worthy of a thing like me. “Yes,” I whispered in a shaky little voice.
It was the only answer I could give anyway. Fated mates were a gift from The Goddess. The bond was unbreakable and sacred. Saying no would have ended in my death, which would have killed my father.