Anastasia spent the rest of the day reading some books about the pack and how it runs.

Whilst she was shuffling through the documents, tidying it up after reading everything, Logan walked in. “Time for dinner,” he grunted and lifted her off the floor, not giving the omega enough time to not only see him come over with his intentions clear but also to be picked up.

She didn't like this alpha all that much. He looked mean and barely spoke. But he was her other mate, so she hoped she could get used to this alpha soon.

She wanted to be fond of this alpha, just like she was...