The Alpha General's Substitute Bride
My men guarded the perimeter, not letting anyone get close enough to bother us after the festival that had gone on almost until dawn.
The wreckage from the party was still scattered everywhere, waiting for the shy servants to step in once we were gone.
I know everybody understood loud and clear that Tempest isn’t just some stress-relief lover for me, and she’s definitely not Adelaine’s replacement.
She’s my mate, and I claimed her as such in front of everyone.
“Go do your thing, don’t worry about me. I’ll go straight to our room,” Tempest murmurs, standing on tiptoe to kiss my chin.