“I love my mate. I love my mate. I love my mate. Sometimes, I must repeat this mantra to myself so I don’t say something I might regret. Even though what I might say is probably true at the moment, it isn’t necessarily not true all of the time.” ~Jacque
“I still say we should have brought something to throw at them. Their faces are handsome, but I wouldn’t mind giving them each a few scars,” Bethany grumbled. She and the other pack females waited outside the door to Fane’s office.
Jacque’s lips turned up in a small smile. Her female pack members were becoming blood-thirsty mates. She knew the pride was evident on her face. Jacque’s smile widened as she thought of Alina and how proud she would be that the women had stood their ground. She’d never forget the time that Alina had f*******n V
