The Pack's Alpha
“I intend to, but Wendy, how do I make tonight special. No matter what she agrees to, I need her to always remember our first night together.”
“Are you at least going to tell me about her, Yorrie?”
“I don’t have time, Wendy. I’m in a hurry,” I say, pulling into the parking lot of a grocery store.
“I need a name, Yorick.”
“Cyra. Cyra Teymoori,” I say, hearing my voice soften just saying her name.
“You’ve got it bad. Is she an Alpha?” she asks.
“Yeah. She’s so perfect, Wendy. Anyway, I told you all about her in the letter I sent you, so you’ll get the information about her, just not right now.”