A Marriage of Convenience
James’ deep chuckle was like music to my ears, “This is what we call the Gathering. Wolves from all over the country come here in hopes of finding their mates. Those mated come to mingle and pay their respects.”
“James Wood,” a deep voice spoke from behind us, “It’s been too long.”
James spun us towards the voice and my eyes landed on a man that had to of been nearly seven feet tall. His large frame filled out a navy-blue suit and tattoos peeked out from the cuffs around his wrists and the collar of his shirt.
“Alpha Xaden,” James outstretched his free hand, “Thanks for having us.”
The man named Xaden shifted his eyes to meet mine and his narrowed a beat, “You must be Rosalind.” His fingers
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