You’re wrong, little riddler,I think at her. Youare the beautiful one.
Her wolf preens in response, then does a little bound into the snow.
I’m not sure when she last shifted, but I’m guessing it’s been awhile.
Because her animal seems to be elated to be free.
My beast understands the feeling and purrs even louder. Then he nips at her heel, demanding a game of chase.
I suppose some games are worth playing,I muse.
Especially ones that involve chasing my mate.
The moment she takes off, my wolf excitedly starts after her, and we engage in our first official dance as bonded wolves.
Frolicking in the snow.
Chasing one another.
And embracing our destiny.
As eternal mates.
EPILOGUE
CAEL
“They’re already mated,”I tell Kieran O’Callaghan. “What would you have me do?”
“Alpha Grey should have followed proper protocols,” the Blood Sector King replies, his displeasure clear. “They were both part of the program.”
“Yes, and while I respect the purpose of the mating program, Ashlyn and Grey were never meant to be candidates. And we both know that Ashlyn also didn’t join to find a mate.”
“Intentions doesn’t automatically remove an Omega from the candidate list.”
“But choice should,” I counter, making the Alpha’s jaw clench visibly on the screen. “ShechoseGrey, Kieran.” I forgo the title formalities, something I rarely do. But the Blood Sector King has started to feel more like an ally lately than an adversary.
I like that he cares about Omegas.
It’s a trait we share.
“I realize this may put you in an awkward place in terms of explanations, but nothing untoward happened,” I stress.
He snorts. “And how long did Alpha Grey have Ashlyn in his care before finally returning to V-Clan Territory?”
I smile. “Perhaps you should ask Ashlyn that question?”
His dark eyes hold mine, the intensity causing my wolf to stir inside me. “As it is, she’s already sent me a note via a secure channel she shouldn’t have access to.”
“I would feign surprise, but I’m tired,” I admit. It’s not a lie. I’m fucking exhausted.
I’ve spent the last few days avoiding a certain Omega.
Nikiski.
My best friend’s little sister.
The poor girl seems to have a hero worship complex, thinking that because I saved her life, we’re destined to be mates.
