I sigh, running my fingers through my hair. Why the hell am I having to deal with so many emotional women recently? Because you’re the alpha, I tell myself, and the fact that I care for them.

“Stop apologising. This is going to be weird as fuck, but I’m going to come out and say it. He likes you, you obviously fucking feel something for him, then go for it. I’m fine. Mom has been dead for fucking years. Dad’s alone. If the Goddess has given him a mate, then who are we to stand against that.”

Yeah, I’m fucking saying this… after questioning my own given mate back then....