Beauty and the Alpha Beast
Like hope has bloomed right here in the grass beneath our feet.
I barely have time to catch my breath when a hush falls over the crowd.
A royal couple steps forward, both regal and radiant in matching gold and crimson. A Golden Elm tree, representing their pack, adorns their cloaks. The man is tall, broad-shouldered, and his eyes are the same shade of blue as mine. The woman walks beside him, graceful as wind through leaves, her gaze locked on me.
“Roxanna,” the man says softly. His voice is thick with emotion. “I am Jacob, Alpha of Golden Elm. And this… this is my mate, Lorna.”
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