I bit my lower lip to stop myself from speaking out of shape and getting myself in deep trouble and causing more questions, which I despise.
I am a grown-ass f*****g Alpha, but that doesn’t stop me from doing what I love to do, for the fact I’m not fierce doesn’t mean that I have to be.
If I had known she was going to speak of Oceana, I would have walked out the instant I saw her.
I wanted to get out of here.
“Nothing is going on between me and Oceana, Mother. Why do you ask and what the s**t is going on for you to ask me such a question?”
She sounded relieved at my statement. What had she heard and what was she thinking?
“Are you sure, Gérard?’ Her intense look was bothering me.
“What are you trying to say, Mother?’
“Oceana demands to meet her mate at the werewolves’ ceremony.”
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