Holden
“Alpha Holden Vaughn of Eagle Creek Pack,” I introduce myself to Alpha Wheeler. The mint scent seems to have faded slightly, but it’s still enough to hold Hyde’s attention.
‘He touched our mate,’ He keeps snarling.
‘Knock it off,’ I snarl back.
“Holden,” the elder alpha standing beside the king acknowledges me.
“Kermit,” I nod.
Alpha Kermit Tyson of Black Woods is a good friend and ally of Eagle Creek. “How is the old man?” Kermit asks of my father.
“Oh, the same old Pop,” I laugh.
“Sounds like Winston,” He chuckles. “So, I was discussing a new opportunity with Alpha Wheeler.”
I turn my attention back to the younger alpha. He is grinning like a fool at me. I narrow my eyes but say nothing. I need to know why he smells like my mate, but I don’t know how to approach it. “Do
