The Alpha Who Broke Me
Last night, he kissed me under the old oak tree behind my house, and my wolf practically purred.
"I still can't believe it," I murmur, watching him across the fire. He's laughing with Trent, his future Gemma, their heads bent close over something. The firelight catches the sharp angles of his jaw, and my stomach flutters. At seventeen, Vincent already carries himself like the Alpha he'll become—broad shoulders, commanding presence, eyes that seem to see everything.
"Believe it," Talia says. "You're his mate, Kaia. Anyone with eyes can see the way he looks at you."